Ingenue Angst

So.  A bunch of interesting things happened this week.

• Felix and I finalized our contract; we're definitely doing the showdance, and I'm pretty much terrified.
• I worked a lot and wasn't too disconsolate, discontent or unhappy; I even studied French for several hours!
• I bought fetish gear for part of my Halloween costume; skintight black lycra from top of head to toe, completely blank face.
• Managed to complete one full circuit of Viennese waltz alternating between natural and reverse, WITH good connection without crashing into the wall or other people.
• Got called out by a bunch of dicks on the street when they asked my husband, Caspian, how much he spent for a night with me.  I was in the black bodysuit.
• Watched my husband kiss a man.  Or get kissed by, I guess.
• Got teased (good-naturedly) for being a) a "straight-laced American," b) not bisexual, c) not a swinger and d) immature because of it.
• Had probably 12 or so drinks in one night.  'S really all I can handle.

I am kind of pissed off about that 2nd to last point.  It was a stupid, silly conversation, but I was utterly shocked at the context, which was specific enough to be inappropriate for this relatively anonymous blog.  It was just weird to me, someone who has operated at a very professional level in very professional situations.

And, I get so angry when people treat me like an ingenue.  So what if I am one.  I guess I sort of invite it.

Need to play some Katamari to burn off some anger; nothing like rolling up people and everyday objects into a giant ball of insanity to settle one's nerves.