You meet people in your life, and from time to time make connections that are deep and meaningful. I have said in the past that I have a few connections personally of this nature, but when you add in the compatibility requirements of a couple, the dynamic changes. Bringing Daddy into the mix creates a new balance and finding people that we both jive with is a whole new fucking thing. That’s why these Bitches are so important to us both.
It all started many moons ago, when Daddy and I were still very new in our relationship together. He had planned a week in PTown with some of his DC Friends. Now lets talk about DC Gays a bit. Generally speaking they have a reputation for being very into themselves, pretentious with no reason to be, and are focused on what it is YOU can do for them compared to creating a relationship of mutual respect and enjoyment.
This is of course my opinion, please take it with a grain of salt while also remembering that I am by no means perfect and for sure been known to also rub people the wrong way.
Nevertheless, this trip was planned, and I was more or less told I was going……..
Picture it, 14 Gays, One House, and me…..
That’s right, all you needed was a film crew from MTV and you had all the makings of a hit reality TV show.
I WAS FUCKING TERRIFIED!
I am a judgy motherfucker. While I tend to be kind-hearted I know deep down I have made up my mind whether or not I plan on liking you within the first 15 seconds of meeting you. By my nature I am wired to be judgmental. Thus with the predetermined reputation of DC gays fresh in my active memory, and my own predisposition for making snap compatibility determinations of a person’s worthiness, I could only imagine how these fucking queens would react to an outsider infiltrating their predefined and perfectly engineered clutch.
I couldn’t have been more wrong, and I am so gleefully happy I was.
NOW that isn’t to say that there wasn’t drama on this little “real housewives of gay-ville” expedition…. Drama my babies is ever present and must be expected. If I recall, I dumped a drink on Daddy for one reason or another, and one of the queens that we do not speak of in polite conversations created her own aire of tom-fuckary.
What did happen was that I found people that no only could I trust, but Daddy and I could trust together. These Bitches are now forever rooted into our “I’d lend you money” book of friends that we will have for life, come what may.
A start of a New Tradition “Limited Mischief”
Life has a way of getting in the way. And while most of these queens only live 40 minutes away from us in DC, finding 40 minutes in a row to be together is a lot harder than you think. We had a pandemic, work, family challenges. You name it something kept us from being together in any meaningful way.
Daddy and I just wanted to find time to be with as many of our collective close friends as we could, and since again queens love a theme, we settled on creating a weekend get away where we could do just that.
Limited Mischief is born!
The goal was to just be together, enjoy the company of one another and see what general stupidity we could conjure without slipping a disc or ending up in jail. You got to remember most of us are over 40 now and while good times can be had, our bodies don’t bounce back like they once did after a night of epicness.
Thus it was determined Daddy and I would host a get together at our weekend bayside place with as many of our gurls as go make it, with the understanding that some of us where just too far away to make it practical for a short weekend tryst.
Much of the weekend was spent simply reconnecting in person, and our interaction read like those basic white bitch signs you see in “Home Goods”. We laugh, we loved, and we lived in the moment. Each of us had private much needed one on ones reinforcing our friendships and just how much we enjoy each other’s company.
Look ma, its the Rainbow Navy!
What could be more gay than 7 queens on a boat together…..How about a flotilla of queers out in the middle of the Rehoboth Bay. Somehow, using the gay “twilight bark – I heard through the grapevine” we discovered that the local homo’s were planning what could best be described as a gay takeover on the waters of the Rehoboth Bay.
This was the perfect ending to a weekend of Gay Ramen (Check out Miyagi if you are in Rehoboth Beach), to many cocktails and dancing at Diego’s (formally the Double L), with this craziness on the HIGH seas.
I really wish I would have had the drone this weekend, because it was truly a sight. Anchored directly across the channel from a fleet of Trump-Flag-Flying Fucktards, was a wall of Rainbow-Draped boats blasting Dance music and spreading the message of acceptance, and love. You know all the parts of the “so-called” hateful, hurtful, child trafficking, jewish space laser wielding agenda. It was Stonewall on-board pontoon boats, and it was glories!
This was, and is for sure a collection of memories none of us will so forget, or at least I fucking won’t. And while this weekend was of course too short it recalled the simple fact that time really has no meaning, nor does distance. When you have people you love, it’s easy to be with them. You just pickup right where you left off, like you were with them just yesterday.
And while sadness sets in on departure, you look toward the future knowing that it’s all about those memories. They fuel your desire to be together.
Daddy and I would travel gleefully to the ends of the earth with any or all of these ladies. And that’s saying something if you know anything about the difference between friendships and acquaintances.
And while some of our group could not be present this weekend, their presence was felt just the same as we shared “war” stories of our bygone former endeavors.
These bitches are a part of our clan, forever and always bonded to us, and we wouldn’t have it be any other way.
