Board Game Night

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I used to have a Livejournal, but, let's face it, you can't monetize LJ and no one ever read that shit because it was all privatized.  I'm at a point of renewal for myself now, anyway, so it's all appropriate.  I'm a weird native Portlandian and have come to accept that about myself.  I'm thinking my native weirdness must be useful in some way... And my life is way too interesting right now to not write about, or so I feel and you can let me know if you agree.  Everyone has a pseudonym here, BTW.  Including me, though some of you might recognize me.  If you do, don't ever give it away.

Without further ado, though, tonight is Thursday and yet another Board Game Night.  Which, in my world, means some serious drinking and sexual debauchery.  I know, I know, it's def like a WTF moment writing that, even for me.  Worse, I kind of want to go home on this rainy night and not have to trek to Northeast Portland (what I call "the Wilderness").  Instead I just work on my stories and articles some more and not have to go to Board Game Night (BGN) tonight, even though there is a 21-year-old hottie with dreds that lives there and wants to get w me.

Let me explain about BGN in my Portland: It always involves drinking, and much of the time involves drugs and/or dubstep, and lately has been degenerating into kinky sex.  I mean, I feel a level of ennui at wanting to go home right now even when I know all of this is on the bloc tonight.  Hell, I am writing this journal entry while getting overpoured drinks at the bar while my gf is working behind the counter.

Board game night like 2 wks ago was her idea; her as in my gf, we'll call Jezebel, who is bartendering so sexily behind this very counter.  Unfortunately it was a beautiful rainy day and the night is clear, and the feeling in the air is only what that kind of day can give you.  Which is why I love the rain, damn it all.  But that plus basketball means that there are a fuck-ton of mofos in this bar and they're all hitting on her, haha.  So 2 weeks ago her and I and our third, our boyfriend I shall call Elijah, are arguing over some agenda of the night and who was going where and she convinces us her friend Alvan is having a shitty day and wants company, and anyway she has to deliver him his backpack.  Elijah and I go along with it.

Oh, big component to the story and to all these stories: I do not have a car.  It's a sore fucking subject.

Upon entering Alvan's house, he has board games (Elijah is hooked), and a barrel of whiskey (Jezebel and I are hooked).  We decide to stay and play.  BGN has begun.  Mid-way through, we're drunk and Alvan's roommate comes out of his room followed shortly by Alvan's fb, and several tense minutes of greeting and us knowing what was going on and Alvan being quitely miffed go down.

Yadda, we four end up losing Pandemic and playing strip poker upstairs.  Yadda, Alvan is a dom and learning rope-tying, we all get tied for practice and it's fun.  Until he apparently sniffs out that I'm a "sub".  Who knew?  My motto for the new year was to be GGG, though, so I went along with it when he decided to tie me up again– much more tightly– and whip me for like 2 hours while Jezebel and Elijah are mildly upset.  The 3 of us hadn't even had sex yet at that point, so it was doubly weird for them.  I guess.  I kind of don't care.  Try anything once, right?

To gloss over a lot of hot sexy details for the sake of time, the next BGN at Alvan's ended up with the 3 of us plus Uriah, my bf of like 6 months that I wanted to enter the relationship, going back to Uriah's house and watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch before it progressed into the full-on orgy.  So in my ideal world we have a quad, but I am I think way more actually poly than Elijah or Jezebel, although Uriah, who may just be my love after all, is so fucking down that he actually gained several heart notches.  He is so great!  Maybe my Primary, if I may secretly say so, and don't tell him that though.  And I don't believe in Primaries really, I think a poly-fidelitous relationship should be a flat organization.

The BGN a couple nights ago ended with my perpetually sleep-deprived self trying to sleep after a fuck ton of booze.  I actually did doze off for a bit, but was awakened by Elijah and Jezebel furiously rocking the bed while she was getting railed, and Tamara in the other room audibly phone-sexing with someone. Naturally I got sucked in.  That is a hottttt X-rated story, for later though.  Basically it was a 3-way, he totally convinced me to fuck them though and that lasted until like 5am.

Tonight's BGN promises to be a shit show, or, as my friend from San Diego once put it, a complete dumpster fire.  If all went well, this sexxy young dredded beautiful boy will be there, plus Elijah who is getting weird and jealous, Uriah potentially, Jezebel potentially, and Elijah's confused/ mono other gf that I've never met.  Believe me, that will more likely end in screaming and fractioning off rather than the orgy that me, Elijah, and the 21 y/o prolly all want out of it.  Jezebel would participate as far as I can forsee, and Uriah wouldn't do anything toward making it happen but would be stoked about it, but the other gf, unless she has an attack of coolness, will not be down with it at all and make things all strange.  I know I know, it seems like just board games but everyone has their own agenda here.  Board games have such a family-friendly connotation, too.

UPDATE: Shit hit the fan and we didn't even make it to BGN.  All that stress for naught.