No, not with a man. Or a woman, for that matter.

I have fallen in love with these boots.

Yesterday was a day of consumer whore-dom, with me spending over 140 dollars on about 9 items. 7 of those were from Bath & Body, at a decent price because of the huge sale that's going on. The other two were from Hot Topic, and that's right, you guessed it, the boots were one of the items.

See, Carol, Heather, and I are planning to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show in Madison on July 2nd, and while we were in the mall we decided to look around for some proper attire.

I've found my outfit, and the reaction I got from the two of them was approximately, "God, I want to jump you," and "You look like such a domme."

Boots. Skirt. Corset. Makeup. Attitude.

It's almost magical, the way the right outfit can make you feel. If I want to feel feminine and summery, I can wear a dress and sandals. If I'm concentrating on camp, I'll wear hiking boots and cargo zipoffs. And if I ever need to bring out some Attitude, I will wear these boots. As Carol says, I do not walk in these boots, I strut.

We tossed around the idea of getting me a riding crop to complete the look.

And these days, we know just the place, too. Besides the three of us working all the time, I know what the other theme for the summer is going to be: sex. We managed to locate and adult store off Highway 41 a couple weeks ago, and I am now the proud owner of a vibe.

And this is where it gets even more interesting. The Trio has a new hangout spot.

I only started reading it after we went for the first time, but Carol and Heather had already read the contents of Tales from the Boobie Bar, and on a recent Saturday night it was suggested that we go check it out just for the experience.

And it was... kinda neat, actually.

For anyone wondering about my sexuality, I am still my same mostly-straight self. I was embarrassed at first, and then I started watching, and it really wasn't the nude parts I was looking at. I can see those anytime I like, though as Wanda Sykes says, it's quite obvious that those are "professional titties," unlike my own.

Really, it's the dancing, and it's the shoes. I am constantly in awe of their ability to do those kind of moves in those shoes. And the pole tricks, too. I couldn't dream of having the upper body strength to do what those women do.

It's really not as sordid as you might imagine. Sure, there are the slightly creepy guys with their unblinking stares, and sure, there are the dancers who look bored and detached while the show their girly-bits to the people below them. But there's also the appreciative customers, and there's the fun, chatty dancers. And there are women-- women friends, like us, women in mixed groups, women with their boyfriends and husbands who get just as much attention from the dancers as their partners. Here's an interesting article on how the landscape of club patrons has changed over time.

So, for the next SMG night, we just might go to the club and drag some of the menfolk with us. And I'll wear the boots, if not the corset.