Feral!

Off to the beach, Port Melbourne beach, west end, for some sun and quote-unquote slutting around. Not sure if it's Melbourne or because it's Thursday but the crowd is heaps better than Swanbourne. Yummy.. For a while this afternoon, the beach is making me feel like a porn star.


Rob and I at Q&A night in A Bar Called Barry's

Evening is poetry slam but there are more lesbians than poems. Earlier I met a guy at the beach called Ben who tells me to go to Q&A night at A Bar Called Barry's, so I do. Get a drink and sit down looking at all the cuties when this "bababooboo" with dreadlocks walks in. In seconds he sits beside me and we chat - Rob's German(~) and really fucking feral. We flirt, have "Lady Drinks" (Frangelico) and dance like we're disabled and spastic. Rob's friend Calvin is adorable when he dances but he's a confused case. When we've danced too much, Rob cycles and I run alongside to his huge penthouse with his housemates where we carry on the crazy animal night.