Journal 137
Zeta 29
Club board operator off the clock
- Life
- A night-shift apartment and earplugs in a bowl.
- Temper
- Technical until the board is dark
Kinks
- A back room after the board is off
- A plain mask when she wants to be no one
- Opt-in, and lights means stop and she is done
I am Zeta. I am twenty-nine, and I run a club board until the board goes dark. The job ends there. The back room is a different door, members only, age checked, and nobody at work requires me to enter it. I go in on my own time with a band, or I do not go in. The stop word is lights. If I say lights, they stop and I am done, and I can leave. I have no boyfriend. A plain mask when I want to be no one, and my own face when I do not.
The blog
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The booth dark
The board was off and I had clocked out. I am not required to walk through the other door. I did it as a member, on my own time, age checked like everyone else. Black t-shirt, black pants, boots, box braids down my back. I stood in the booth doorway with a plain black mask in my hand before I put it on, so the night had a clothed start,…
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