No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound.

[raybear]

I was warned that my apartment would be shown at 12:30 pm today. Since I stayed over at dommeyourass's last night, I decided just to not be home at that time. I got home around 2 o'clock and proceeded to make myself at home, since I was there after all. A few minutes ago, someone knocks at the door. Luckily I'm at the computer which is approximately eight inches away from it. As I'm standing up, a key starts to unlock it.

Oh, at this time I should mention that all I'm wearing is jeans.

I yell frantically "just a minute!", grab Sophie, throw her in the bedroom, grab a shirt and put it on. Then I open the door with my arms folded across my chest to hide the lack of binding. It's hard to shake hands with a realtor while doing this, but I somehow managed. I excused myself after letting them in, then went to throw on my binder and pick up Sophie, figuring it best to just hold her during the tour.

They didn't stay long and they were pleasant. I was still annoyed that the apartment person didn't give more notice. I'm not talking 24 hours here, I'm saying maybe hit the buzzer on the way up the stairs, or I don't know, wait until you get a RESPONSE after knocking before busting in. I mean, I'm a trans guy who likes to sit around in various state of nakedness, who likes to have sex in various rooms of the apartment and has people over who like to sit around in various states of nakedness.

But then I think, well, maybe they just get what they deserve if they come crashing into my big queer party. I have a feeling it would only take one awkward sighting for them to learn to call first.

Or maybe I should go downstairs where their office is and ask them to do it, avoiding any possibility of awkward exchanges.

Last night I had an extremely decadent dinner on top of fabulous conversation with dommeyourass, keetbabe, and mrmturtle. Tonight I have dinner with Miss Rook then we'll be attending the Burlseque Show. One could say that this weekend I'm living the high life, and they might just be right.

Comments

[limenal.livejournal.com]

That would be my fault. I don't have my cell phone, and for some reason all these places have MY cell number as the number to call - I had 4 new messages when I finally called to check them yesterday, and 3 were warnings that they'd be showing your place. I will call them back (next time they call) and give them your home number to avoid future incidents of this nature. I'm really sorry!

[raybear.livejournal.com]

No, they have both of your numbers to call, because both of our numbers were put on the lease non-renewal form I gave to Gassman. In this case, they called my home number but I was online. I think it was just that annoying realtor, because other people have hit the buzzer on their way up.

Also, I added a sign on the door that says "Please WAIT after knocking -- I have a dog who likes to jump on strangers." I decided not to mention the part about me sitting around naked.