Go!!! Halloween night.

Halloween night and I am in Houston with my friends Princessa, her girlfriend Blondie and Adam Sandler.

I did not have a costume, unless you count the scarf that my sister made me. She sewed on scary green fingers on a scarf and sent it to me a few days prior. It's all I had, Adam and I had planned our Halloween costume for months and months, but time was not my friend. Working got the best of me and I didn't have time to go out looking for the appropriate attire.

We wanted to be the couple in the movie 51st dates. He was going to be the guy (Adam Sandler of course) and I was going to be Drew Barrymore, his girlfriend with a horrible short term memory.

But all I had was a scarf with fingers sewed on them, but it was more than enough for me. I don't really like dressing up anyway. And neither did any of the other lesbians that came out this night. We must of all got together and collectively decided not to go all out dressing up like then men.

Thank goodness for sisters making you stuff to wear on such an occasion...

Time to go out and see what the city has to offer.....

An entire street was closed off near the bars that lined the gay district of Houston. An entire street of drag queens, ghouls and goblins. It was a gay man's paradise. Halloween, a holiday they can dress as slutty or as diva beautiful as they want and get away with it.

Some of the gay men dressed the way they felt on the inside but had to hide from society....

Chocolate, a big black drag queen who is famous in this neck of Houston was once again the Diva of the night announcing costumes and acting as the group's voice on stage in the middle of the street. She is the "Rupaul" of the gay community in Houston.

Chocolate had a sweet tooth for all the masculine men in the city, especially my friend Adam who was straight, extremely so.

I wondered how the rest of the city must look upon this spectacle of gay men in drag or in thongs walking the streets holding hands and being fabulous, as they would say. 'Glitter and lipstick never hurt anybody,' one of the male divas told another male diva in drag.

Adam left to a friend's house that lived nearby to start drinking like a man who is extremely dehydrated and needed water. Party Boy needs some gas to start the crazy party train.

Blondie, Princessa and I went inside the crowded club, we enjoyed watching for the most part.

People watching is so much fun, especially here...

"Oh hey! Jasmine Vanilla!" Blondie says to me, "I have a single friend who is coming here tonight that I want to hook you up with."

"Is she cute?" I asked her. Whenever someone tries to set me up or I go out on a date, which is not that often, my whole dating life flashes before my eyes. I think about the joy and horrors I have had in dating and relationships. Sometimes I think that my dating life is a sick joke and I wonder who is being amused by it because it sure isn't me!

"Yeah! She is really cute!" Princessa tells me and smiles.

"Okay, I will meet her," this usually means I will hang out with her for tonight to see how it goes. But usually when I get set up it doesn't go anywhere.

About half an hour later Adam arrives to the club seemingly intoxicated, meaning if you lit a match too close to him he was likely to ignite into fire he was so saturated in alcohol.

Jack Ass..... Adam became a jack ass before my eyes.. Alcohol to Adam equals jack ass. It was amusing I must say.

"Jasmine, I would like you to meet Sugar," Blondie introduces me to a beautiful brown haired femme lesbian girl.

"Hey Sugar," I shook her hand.

As I was shaking her hand that song, our song, started playing... Halo by Beyonce. It was a remix version but nonetheless it was Dulce's song to me, our song.

"It's good to meet you Jasmine Vanilla," she said and her face transformed into Dulce's beautiful face. This couldn't be happening to me! The memory of Dulce haunting me...

"Why are you haunting me?" I asked Dulce and put my hand on her chin.

"I don't want you to forget me," she says and kisses my lips. The song kept playing. 'Remember those walls I built, well baby they are tumbling down..'

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" I screamed frustrated as Dulce's venom entered my mouth and absorbed into my blood stream.

Was Dulce venomous? Perhaps, it was the only thing that could explain my paralysis stagnant non dating self the last few months... I found myself unable to move, unable to breathe, my heart stopped beating and the only thing I was ever able to feel was either pain or numbness, a carefree state. I need someone who can cure me of this broken state, someone who's kiss could free me.

Dr. Mc Dreamy was the only person that came into mind. My dream girl, my forever dream girl.

Fear... but not by ghosts or skeletons. Especially not the ones here at this club in their tight skin spandex.

Sugar was avoiding me... She wasn't throwing herself at me like I was accustomed to, its not that I think I am God's gift to gay women, but I know single lesbians enough to know that they can be desperate for anyone to relieve them so the pain of past relationships.

I have never met a lesbian who was not hung up on their ex girlfriend, who also happens to be her best friend.

Why do we have to be 'best friends' with our ex girlfriends ladies??? A mystery I was not planning on solving tonight.

Dulce and I aren't best friends, we don't even talk anymore... I wondered about that as I stood in silence with Sugar who was avoiding my gaze.

"So I hear you just moved here from Louisiana?" I asked Sugar trying to concentrate on her uniqueness that made her anything but Dulce. Hell, they didn't even look alike besides the fact that they are extremely femme. It seemed the harder I stared at her the easier it was to remember that she was not my ex girlfriend.

"Um yeah, a few weeks ago," she said in an awkward voice looking at me in a strange way, "I have a girlfriend though that still lives there."

"Oh girlfriend!" I said almost choking on my coca cola, I was not expecting that. "Where is she?"

"She is still in Louisiana," Sugar responded in a cold tone, looking at me as if I was a temptation that she did not need in her life.

I took the hint and grabbed Princessa on the arm to go outside. I knew that Princessa was probably needing a smoke break about now.

Girl talk, about girls. Our speciality, Princessa and I had a long history of these chats.

"She has a girlfriend Princessa," I said as she adjusted my scarf to make it warmer on my neck.

"Yeah, but her girlfriend is horrible for her," Princessa lit up a cigeratte.

"I'm not going to be a house wrecker," I responded.

"Well, she moved here to get away from her girlfriend so go for it, she is looking for a girl," Princessa had no idea about the cold shoulder I was getting from Sugar.

"Nah, she told me she has a girlfriend, so whatever," I said to Princessa and decided at that moment that Sugar was hands off and could have her drama to herself.

I'm not a big fan of drama.

As the night went on Jack Ass (Adam) got more and more wild. He got to the point where he could not tell the difference between the drag queens and real women. It was a hilarious moment. He was feeling sexy with his clan of drags following him around all night.

"Hey honey, give us a strip tease," one big black drag queen says to Adam.

"Oh yes honey!" another drag queen looks over at Adam. Before I knew it there was a swarm of drag queens around my friend Adam.

Peer pressure...... I think.....

'Don't do it,' I thought to myself as I turned away. It was like watching a horror movie where you know that the scary part is about to come so you cover your eyes. Dicks scare me actually.

I didn't want to see Adam's package.

BUT THEY DID! And they did!! Adam did a tiny strip tease on the chair at the bar. I knew that it would be too much for a girl's eyes so I kept them closed until the cheering ended.

We eventually went over to the other gay club across the street, the one that you have to pay for to get in.

Adam insisted that we go into the dance pit and join in the dancing fun. I leaned on the bar and watched as Adam dance with a drag queen that looked like Brittney Spears off of her new album circus. To a drunk man, she was Brittney, the real Spears.

Sugar kept avoiding me.... avoiding opportunity to meet new people... What a shame.

I noticed a hot skinny butch girl dancing it up on the dance floor. She was wearing a skinny black shirt and a small tie with tight blue jeans. I couldn't stop stealing glances at her. She was amazing on the dance floor.

Had you asked me a few years ago I would have told you there was no such thing as hot butch girls... But trust me, I was wrong. It took dating one over a year ago to realize that hot butch girls exist. And they were hotter then ever..

for you lesbians out there who are laughing at me right now while reading this.. Take a look at Shane on the L Word, case and point.. I end my case...

Hot skinny butch girl grabbed me from where I was standing. Her aggression was astonishing and appealing to me. She started dancing with me, for hours and hours.

Sugar tried not to look at me, keeping in mind that her girlfriend hundreds of miles away was worth the solidarity of the night.

I was glad that she was so cold to me as I danced the night away with miss night dancer, it just opened up the door for another chance of having fun with someone else.

I can't dance well, but she could. She led me and I tried to coordinate my moves with hers. With her help I was a decent dancer.

Sugar left without saying goodbye as I danced the night away. I didn't care and laughed to myself.

Every time I went to walk away to have a break cute skinny butch girl would grab me and beg me to dance with her some more.

I couldn't say no. She was too much fun to dance with.

With one hour left till the club closed cute skinny butch girl had to go home. I was a little bummed because my dancing partner was gone but become suddenly excited when a big tall black gay man came over out of nowhere to dance with me.

"Oh honey! I will dance with you girl!" he grabbed my hands and we started dancing the mamba.

Before I knew it another girl cut in, his friend who just happened to be a skinny hot femme girl dressed as a school girl. We began to dance the rest of the night away her and I. She was a wonderful dancer, it was fun. She was also amazingly good looking.

My friends did not seem surprised that I had danced with the two hottest girls in the club but I was surprised and proud of myself. Especially since I was feeling so insecure about my new glasses all night long.

I find myself keep asking "do i look good in glasses?" I am not really sure.

'I guess I do,' I tried to convince the insecure side of myself.

The club closed and I said my goodbyes to the gay black man and cute femme girl. I wondered if I should have asked for her number but reminded myself that picking girls up at clubs is tacky. If she asked for mine, on the other hand, I probably would have.

Adam was nowhere in sight. I wondered if he had gone into a dark alley with Brittney Spears, the thought sent shivers down my spine. He has no idea these women are really men the poor guy.

"Where are you?" Blondie calls Adam.

"Come pick me up, the cops are after me!" I could only imagine what might have happened. The first thought that came to my mind was that he discovered the masculine nature of Brittney and punched her in the face as a result.

"oops I did it again!" she laughs.

I am still a little confused about what happened with Adam, but I do know that I had a good time just having fun.