Another GRL Post

So I thought I'd do a quick post about some of the fun (and not so fun) things that happened at GRL.

This is Thursday's.

Thursday
  Arrival day.  I stood downstairs during the welcome lunch because they were renovating the hotel and I was scared to "cane" my way down the hallway by myself.  But I am so glad that I did.  While standing downstairs I met Cherie Noel, Jambrea Jones, Stephani Hecht, Amber Kell, TA Chase, Carol Lynne, Ethan Stone, Damon Suede, Ethan Day, and Devon Rhodes.  I had a fanboi moment for all of them.  I squealed and hugged them and...got free stuff.  While it was TOTALLY not my intention, I was so happy that I got extra free swag on top of what was in my registration bag.  That was the first time that Damon and I stepped off to the side to talk (and where my crushing on him began).  I hung out a bit with Shae Connor in her room before showering and heading out to my hotel room to drop off the rest of my luggage before heading over to the Gentlemen's Juke Joint w/Damon Suede and Ethan Day.

Thursday Night

   I got lost on the way to the Gentlemen's Juke Joint (stupid cab driver), and by the time I got there everyone had already started drinking so I had to play catch-up (and I did it so well).  It was here that I met LC Chase, Xara X Xanakas, MJ O'Shea, Taylor Donovan, and Piper Vaughn.  We all clicked and connected so well that we were with each other for the rest of the weekend.  It was this night that I met Paco, the go-go boy (*sigh* Ahh Paco....) and Taylor Donovan paid for me to have a taste (*giggle*).  This is also when I met Jimmy the bartender and discovered "Jimmy Juice" a lovely white, frothy liquid, thick, warms your throat going down and leaves a wonderful aftertaste.  LOL.  I know, how dirty right?  But it was our running joke the whole weekend for his special drink.  That was also where I met two other go-go boys, where I met a host of other readers and authors (most of whom were like: "Are you Vic?!" *blush*) and it was just...so cool.  I got very tipsy and it was nice.  Then I met the two ladies who were like oozing "sub" and the Dom in me perked up something fierce.  LOL.  *Shivers*  Anyway.  Cherie Noel and I left before the party was over, we were both tired and I was STARVING.  So we went across the street to this diner that boasted of having the world's greatest hamburger....they weren't lying.  I DREAM about this burger.  LOL.  It was the greatest thing ever.  It was also here that Cherie and I were privvy to this really cute police officer flirting with and hitting on a few guys.  One of them he said he knew and they went to school together, but with how close they were standing and the looks that passed between them....yeah, let's just say we knew what sort of relationship they had.  But it was the officers interaction with the waiter that drew both Cherie's and my attention and we both could see a book developing before our eyes (*rolls eyes* This is what happens when you hang out with authors).  We left eventually after finishing our food and headed back to our hotels.  We made plans to meet up the next morning for Beignets and Cafe-au-Lait and after an experience I'd rather forget with one of the stores on Bourbon street (always watch how many times your card gets swapped when purchasing something-I'm just saying), I headed back to my room where I took another shower (I smelled like liquor, sweat, and go-go boy ass *sighs "Paco"*), and then after a quick call and text and jumping online to check emails I passed out on the bed and passed out. I slept through my cemetery walk the next morning but I made it in time for the beignets and cafe-au-lait.

I'll tell you guys ALL about Friday tomorrow.

-Vic

GRL Post

Here are some pictures and a vid or two of when I was at GRL in New Orleans.  Some of these are pics that I took, some are from Poppy or Jackie or Jambrea or Piper but as promised these are the pics for you all.  BTW, I'm even posting up the "Thorny Hugs" that we managed to capture on video.  That was probably one of the funniest times there.  Those of us who saw the list that Thorny put up of people to hug would randomly walk up to each other and say: "Thorny Hug!" and then we would hug, giggle, laugh and if someone was around with a camera they'd snap a shot. Enjoy the photos and the short videos of me walking down the streets in New Orleans (ignore my voice *shudder*).-Vic

The Bridge Into New Orleans

More of the Bridge

One of the shops in New Orleans

Bourbon Street...I think.  LOL.

Look at the rainbow flags!!!

French Quarter-More rainbow flags!!

All of the swag in our welcome/registration bags

Swag.  Do I see naked man chest?  Yes. Yes I do.

Swag. Free books, bookmarks, postcards, beads...

Nice, I stared at TC Blue's bookmark for a while. LOL

At the Gentlemen's Juke Joint

An author and a Go-Go Boy...sounds like a book title.

This go-go boy was so...BORING

Making Jimmy Juice

Jimmy was the best bartender ever!!

Ethan Day's hiding in the corner.  LOL.

Bourbon Street quiet...which was rare.

Damon Suede doing a reading of "Hot Head".

Damon Suede

More of Damon...I'm sort of crushing on him can you tell?

Ethan Day and Z. A. Maxfield-Thorny I totally told her about you liking her books-she said "Tell Thorny thank you."

This drag queen was FIERCE!! She's even holding a flogger as she directs traffic.  I love her.

This is her swinging her flogger right after "spanking" that car.  HIGHlarious!

Those guys asked for her to spank them.  LOL.  She was a hot, sexy chocolate queen.

Can you guys tell I learned how to finally work my camera?  Bourbon Street on a  Thursday night.  Yes....Thursday night.

Bourbon street from Devon Rhodes's balcony.

Can you guys see those people down there? They were having a fabulous time!

Damon Suede in a kilt.  He was HOT!  LOL.

Authors and readers.

Sunday's Goodbye Brunch.

Sunday's Goodbye Brunch

Stephani Hecht's sister, my new "Aunt Jackie", Damon Suede and Devon Rhodes

Damon was giving away lap dances.  LOL.

Dalton, Joyee Flynn (I had a fanboi moment with her), and Jason (who is so steamy and hot it's just...wrong)

Just guess whose ass that is.

"Thorny Hug" Between Me and Poppy (I totally love her!)

Ethan Day and Me

And more Damon Suede...I should seek help.  LOL.

Breakfast With Brandon...The Ass

You all may remember me talking about my ex Brandon, whom I affectionately call "The Ass."

Some of you may think I call him that because he's an asshole, and you'd only be partly right.  Brandon is the ONLY boyfriend that I've ever had who always had to drink or get high before he'd want to get all affectionate with me.  Gave me quite a complex.

That's because Brandon is a bottom, but he didn't know that until he met me.

One night we were talking and I had done something extremely sweet for him and he said I could have whatever I wanted so I, with all of my "Smooth Vic Swagger", looked at him and said "I want that ass."

LOL.  I know, classy.

Anyway, he drank, we used lots and lots of lube because he was so scared and then when we got him naked I discovered why I would be calling him "the ass" for the rest of my natural born life.

Brandon has got a ghetto booty.  To see a ghetto booty on a natural born black woman is common place, to see it on a natural born black man is a little more common, but not so much.  To see a Latino woman with a ghetto booty is rare but not AS uncommon as seeing a white woman with a ghetto booty.  But...a white MAN with a ghetto booty?  For a gay man it's like the search for the Holy freakin' Grail.  LOL.

And as we know "Vic" is a gay man, a very toppy Dominant gay man.

When I saw Brandon's ass I wanted to weep...okay, not really, but my mouth did water and I did push him on the bed on all fours and I rimmed his ass like it was a fucking all you can eat buffet.

Oh. My. Gosh!  He even cleaned his ass like a gay man.  LOL.

Anyway, I fucked him, we both enjoyed it, we both got off and for the next few months that we were together, he was the "Dom" outside of the bedroom, while I played the part of "wifey" or "househusband" but in the bedroom, I was the fucking MAN!  LOL.  *Shivers of delighted rememberance*

Our relationship didn't really end all that well, even though I introduced him to his current partner.  Oh we didn't argue or anything, but he knew it was over and didn't tell me and when I found out...let's just say you don't want to fuck with a Scorpio.  I didn't out him or do anything horrible to him, but for a few weeks he got pictures sent to him of the two of us together.  Him handcuffed to the bed, me with my strap on about to fuck him.  *Shrugs*  Not one of my better moments but hey, I have a temper.

Anyway, while it's not unusual for me to hear from him, when he called me yesterday to tell me that he and his partner were going to be in town and they wanted to meet with me I said yes.  Had I known what the meeting was about, I would have brought a tall bottle of vodka or scotch or something.

Brandon and his partner have decided that they want to have children.  At first I thought they were asking for my eggs and I thought "Wow I'd be able to stay with Jack, I'd just fly up and visit.  Perfect solution!"  But, I got ahead of myself and got horribly disappointed.

They are going to use Brandon's partner, Brian's (yeah I call them B & B...and I always crack up when I do), sister's eggs, but they want me to move to Iowa for a while and carry the eggs for them.  So they want me to actually be the surrogate.  When I asked why Brian's sister couldn't do it, I was told that she didn't mind giving up an egg (or two) but she didn't want to ruin her figure by carrying someone else's child.  Apparently, I have no such qualms.

So.  Yeah.  They asked me and I told them that with everything going on that I'd have to think about it....like seriously think about it.  At this point me being pregnant would be BEYOND weird, and I sent Jack a quick text message and even he was like:

Jack: Goddammit baby, Idk. On 1 hand no b/c ur egg not good enuff? On 2 hand u can help and b preg. On 3 hand too weird.


Thank you Jackson, so eloquent, but exactly what I was thinking.  Because you know I asked them why not my eggs (especially since I'm so goddamn fertile) and they looked at each other all nervous like and said "We don't really want a black baby...or at least not a really dark brown one."

I chose to not have that be a racist statement and purely a matter of preference.

So I have this decision to make about if I'll carry for them or not.  On the one hand I'd be able to move.  Have a place to stay (with them-all expenses paid).  And that's good.  On the other hand, this whole thing, what they said about the "black baby" and everything just sort of makes me feel...icky.

*Sigh* I'm not going to worry about this right now.  I'll think about it more AFTER I get back from NOLA.