Spicy Tuna Bandanna Flagging Right

I really feel for leather folks in weather like this. I know the point is the smell of the leather and humans. But in a heatwave? That’s a serious commitment to desire.

I hate to sweat. If I could start my own fetish, it would be for those of us who like to have sex with our faces in front of air-conditioners. Or for those of us who like to have sex after our houses are really clean. Or for those of us who like expensive sushi. Give me a bandana for “buy me spicy tuna” and I’d wear it all summer long.

I see the benefit of flagging bandanas and concise Craig’s List ads. I’m on tour all summer and don’t have much time for beating around the bush (so to say.) I’m living out of one big suitcase and washing my underwear in random sinks. I had to really narrow down my wardrobe, why not narrow down my desire and get specific? I usually like to talk, but maybe this is summer we should all commit to less talking and more fucking?

I went to Velvetpark’s Kinky Speed Dating over Pride weekend and then stayed (a bit) for the Submit Play Party. Here’s all I’ll say about that evening: I ended up with a back rub, and getting pitched a TV idea. 

Maybe I wore the wrong thing. The flowy, little pink summer dress might not have projected the “I will bend you over like a bad school boy” look I was going for. Or maybe you just don’t know how to read me.

What do you do? How do you make it clear what you like? Do you flag, in obvious or not so obvious ways? Do you just say it? How can we cut to the chase faster as lesbians?