http://www.sugardaddysaz.com/ may well be the Girls' something-or-other Out spot this time. I'm not entirely sure I'd fit in with all the Beautiful People there, but eh. Pretty place.
Today at work a late arrival complimented me on my being all gothed-out. The new skirt is flattering, and evidently ever-so-goth. I may have to return and see if the duplicate isn't still there. (And if it is, I'll wash it twice -- this one is still bleeding! My legs and fingernails turned purple!)
From bipolypagangeek, I comment: If I marry, it's going to be someone who I'm sure I'll want to come home to/to come home to me near unto forever. Someone I won't swear "'til death do us part" lest I cut things short. Polyamory is religious, for me. There's enough of me that's a devotee of Aphrodite that I would be in very serious trouble if I tried to force my mind into monogamy.
I love by the minute, by the hour, by the day, by the week, by the month, by the year, by the century. I celebrate all my loves gladly, and could no sooner deny that I love them than deny that I live to write. But I'd only marry someone who I love steadily as well as brilliantly.