Margaret

There was a certain point in time where I was in the habit of going to parties in full drag, except for a wig sometimes. I make a pretty homely woman so I don't know what the attraction was. One evening, so attired, I went to a party at my friend Bill's place. He and some other friends were renting this big suburban house that everyone called the Brady House because it looked like the house from "The Brady Bunch". There was a real mix of people at the party including a bunch of these rocker dudes from Surrey who weren't quite sure if they should beat me up or not for wearing women's clothes.

About half way into things I met this really neat girl named Margaret. She was pretty but that wasn't really the thing about her. She seemed to have the force or something. I was fascinated by her. At one point I managed to drag her into the bathroom and we were necking in there and I was kind of pawing at her. Finally people who wanted to use the can broke in and we were interrupted. I lost track of her and wandered around. My lipstick was smeared all over my face which the rockers seemed to like. When I finally found Margaret she was talking intimately with Ron. Ron was far and away the best looking of all our friends and more or less had a monopoly on all the women. I had had enough of the party and shared a cab with Brian the punk rocker and his girlfriend. I said something obnoxious to him and he told me to fuck off in so many words.

The next time I saw Margaret was at a party at some other friends who lived in a house on a hill in Burnaby that had a great view overlooking East Van. I was feeling playful and tried to jump on the back of our friend Clara from a chair. Clara was a very large black girl. She had some kind of epileptic disorder that had the side effect of making her muscles very hard. Plus she was five eleven and easily three hundred pounds. When I landed on her back it was as though I had hit a brick wall. The air was forced out of my lungs and I fell straight downwards hitting my ankle painfully on a coffee table. Undaunted I jumped up. "I want to manage you Clara."

"What?"

"There's this new thing starting down in Nevada where people have these bare fisted brawls in an octagonal ring. I think you could mop up the floor down there."

"Fuck off Todd, please."

"Okay whatever."

Margaret and I started chatting out on the porch. There was a definite attraction and we moved down to the basement and sat on an old futon cushion. I can't remember if we made out or just talked. At any rate we agreed to have a date. I called her a week or two later and went over to her house with a case of beer. She was living in South Van with Aiko and Erin who I both knew and Aiko's girlfriend Sarah. We went to Margaret's bedroom which she had decorated to have this neat sixties look. She was a huge music fan and had a million records. I felt a little uncool due to my fairly limited knowledge of the latest alternative music.

We started talking and laughing and really hitting it off. We thought about going out but then decided against it. The sex seemed to sweep us up like a wave. My God that girl could fuck, it was actually like having a religious experience. I was on a high for days afterwards. She had grown her fingernails long recently and wasn't quite used to them yet. When I got home later my back was torn to shreds. I felt proud of my wounds as I felt we had hit some kind of sexual high water mark.

Margaret ended up dumping my ass a few months later. I don't know if she just got sick of me mooning around or it was something to do with my on-again-off again relationship with Lauren. Maybe a bit of both. I was devastated and Margaret would haunt my dreams for many months. She called me up a couple weeks later and asked me what I was doing. I guess it might have been a booty call but I was in no shape to go back in for more. We chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.