Fetish Flea Fair
I think I just asked a grrl out. Over email, but still.
That's why I didn't write about the FFF: I didn't want to have to tell you all that I'd met this amazing womyn and haven't done shit about it. Well, now I asked her to tea. I think. Let's see if she thinks I'm a total dork or not worth replying to or . . . or . . . or . . . or I go on my first date since HoneyB, who was like a year after terriergirl. Yeah, it's been awhile.
So, FFF. I volunteered, like I probably said a zillion times. I'm so glad I did, too, because while I definitely talked to volunteers and vendors a bit on Saturday and some more on Sunday's breakdown, it was Friday that really rocked. Within an hour of my first shift, I was talking to a hot subbie grrl named Bunny. She introduced me to Mob people and invited me to the Mob party.
If not for Bunny, I would've just been one of those lame people going from floor to floor, hoping to slip into various parties but invited to none. I met some other cool people too. I wish I could remember their names, but I'll remember their faces. One awful guy was volunteering, too. He was the absolute epitome of the "I'm a volunteer because I wanna find cute grrls to fuck" type. He was a recent Harvard grad, and he thought the best way to pick me up was to say lousy pickup line after lousy pickup line. I was literally screaming at him to stop, but the only thing that worked was, "BUT YOU AREN'T A GRRL. MY HUSBAND SAYS I CAN ONLY PLAY WITH GRRLS!!!!!"
And then he finally shut up. What I said was, in fact, untrue. I had been bugging Coyote for weeks to tell me what my limits for FFF were. Only grrls? Only kissing? No giving out my email addy?
Finally, the night before, he said, "I trust you."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. I trust you."
I love him so fucking much. In case you're only reading this for the juicy parts, I ended up not even kissing anybody. BUT I met so many incredible people, including this one amazing womyn . . . so I really don't care.
Friday I was dressed as your typical butch. Lots of womyn came up and chatted with me, so maybe I should've just stuck to that look, but I had far too many fabulous clothes to wear. So Saturday I went as a glittery fairy with Kat's blue and purple wings. And a light-up wand. Standing guard at a door was boring. I itched to go inside and see all the cool stuff, and at last I could.
But my fangmaker wasn't there. It's good to know he's still in business: must look up Dnash on the web when I have money. I ran into Firecrotch and his new(ish) Primary, Samus. He looks more relaxed and she seems like a very determined, very focused person. I think she's good for him, and I don't feel the least bit grumpy around him anymore. So all is well.
There was so much to see! I ended up buying a circlet for Coyote, a second dildo for my still-unused harness, a Rub My Ducky (how fun is it, having a sex toy that you display proudly on the edge of your tub? Very fucking fun.), a little plastic spur thingee, and a tiny vibrator. Well, it came with the dildo. I need to sew myself a toy bag for Arisia. Even if I don't make stripey pants, I must have a toy bag that is neither plastic nor a backpack. Maybe I'll make it bright and fuzzy.
Oh, and for filling out an Erosphere ad, I got a cheesy-looking porn DVD. And for being a nosy and helpful volunteer, I got a pair of nice boots with a broken heel (I'm making them into spats) and a set of bondage lights.
I wonder if I can still activate that ad. Anyway, I met up with lediva and her fabulous pink hair, and The Posts. We did dinner together in Porter Exchange, at a yummy Korean restaurant. I inhaled my food and looked around for more. Luckily rice fluffs up in your stomach, or I'd have ordered another dinner.
I was dragging my feet as I walked to marfta's room. Nap or change? Well, dinner had taken too long, it was really Stay Home or Attend the Ball? I already had a ticket for the Ball, so the question was moot.
I washed off my glitter and donned my long velvet jacket. Even without my fangs, I felt predatory. The Ball itself wasn't all that great- horrible DJ, semi-interesting kink displays. Me and some new acquaintences went searching for parties, but could only find the womyn-only Mob party. So we went back to the Ball for a bit, then I left to check out that party.
When I heard it was going to end in another hour, I kicked myself for not coming earlier. But really, it was no big deal. They took safety and no fluid-swapping to such an extreme that I found all the sex quite unerotic. Womyn still made nice noises, to be sure, but you go into the room and see that they're lying on a square diaper thing, with cling-wrap over their vulva, and it just doesn't look all that yummy.
The hottest scene I saw was one where the sub was forced to keep her clothes on. And if I'd found someone to fuck, I'd probably also force her to do a clothed scene. We could find somewhere to all-out fuck later, I'd've just spent an hour or two teasing her at the party.
Towards the end, I got bored of walking room to room and just lay on one of the giant beds. Two stuck-up grrls from Harvard Law were talking for awhile, but their conversation was so inane I didn't bother trying to nose in on it.
I don't really know when Kitten slid up to me. I remember talking to her for a little while, my exhaustion masking my shock that this tall, slim, gorgeous womyn with long black hair was actually talking to me at a sex party. The hosts started making noises about kicking us out. "Where do you want to go?", I asked her.
"I don't know. Anywhere except my room. I'm in no mood to deal with my ex-girlfriend," she answered.
So we went to the lobby for a little while. This awful guy with the nickname Raptor dropped into a chair near us and told us a story that went on for twenty minutes. We stopped pretending interest after about two minutes, but he went on and on. He mentioned some other party with lots of drunk people, and I took that as an escape. "Let's go!"
So we went back up to the highest floors, but could only find one fairly sedate party. An older crowd, but they were very friendly. We hung out there for a long time, cried no tears when Raptor left, and smiled indulgently at the extremely drunk hostess. At last they were falling asleep. We checked a few of the other party floors, but all was quiet.
I hugged Kitten goodbye and wished her good luck. An erotica photographer with lovers of all genders. Someone capable of actually entrancing me, rather than just talking at me about tired old subjects. I rather hope I get to see her again, even if she decides I'm not worth going to tea with. Hell, even being friends with someone new who isn't a roleplayer sounds exciting at this point. I love my players, I love my games, but so seldom can I get them to talk about something else and stay on that subject for more than a minute or two at a stretch . . . I suspect spiritseeker and a few of the others I don't know well yet might be exceptions to that rule, but I've not really gotten a chance to find out yet.
Anyway, I had no idea how I was going to spend the three or four hours until the T opened. Didn't have the money for a cab AND for food on Sunday. So, not really expecting much, I went over to the volunteer lounge. Locked. Shit. No, wait- a voice!
A middle-aged fellow volunteer that I had been talking to for a long while earlier that evening was inside. He explained that he had only enough gas to get home, so the Coordinator had let him stay here. Excellent! Not only did I score a Xmas-carol-free floor to sleep on, but a friend to hang out with as well!
He told me about his superhero fantasies as he tied himself up in fun ways. And now I finally understand why the kink community took over the word "play" to describe their various sexual and nonsexual activities. It's something fun that they really enjoy. Simple as child's play.
He showed me a slide show of his favorite bondage pop artist. Wish I could remember that artist's name, it was great stuff. Eventually I passed out in a comfy chair, and then on the floor. When I woke up, a hotel worker brought in warm cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Yum.
I went back to marfta's place with the intention of snagging another two or three hours of sleep, and then woke up six hours later. By the time I arrived at the Flea, there was no sign of Kitten. So I made myself useful in the breakdown crew. I snarled and growled at anyone who tried to help me lift and tug and pull the heavy things. Fuck, I was doing breakdown and setup before I could walk. One guy tried to help me with a folding table, and when I snarled at him, he said, "OK! You can hit me with it, if you like!" I was muchly amused.
The best part of breakdown was the very beginning. I got to shake Cecilia Tan's hand. Cecilia Tan! I shook it and said, "Hi. Thank you very much for writing ten or twenty of my favorite pieces of Erotica." She looked a little baffled before saying I was welcome. And THEN she wrote an email, a few days later. It said thanks very much to all the volunteers, and ESPECIALLY thanks to those who helped with breakdown, like me! Yes, Cecilia Tan thanked me, BY NAME! I'm gonna print that email and frame it.
After breakdown, I got pulled into a free dinner at a house that had lots of chain thingees to climb on. And you know that part already. So that was my FFF. Think I'm gonna try to go in Summer, too.
That's why I didn't write about the FFF: I didn't want to have to tell you all that I'd met this amazing womyn and haven't done shit about it. Well, now I asked her to tea. I think. Let's see if she thinks I'm a total dork or not worth replying to or . . . or . . . or . . . or I go on my first date since HoneyB, who was like a year after terriergirl. Yeah, it's been awhile.
So, FFF. I volunteered, like I probably said a zillion times. I'm so glad I did, too, because while I definitely talked to volunteers and vendors a bit on Saturday and some more on Sunday's breakdown, it was Friday that really rocked. Within an hour of my first shift, I was talking to a hot subbie grrl named Bunny. She introduced me to Mob people and invited me to the Mob party.
If not for Bunny, I would've just been one of those lame people going from floor to floor, hoping to slip into various parties but invited to none. I met some other cool people too. I wish I could remember their names, but I'll remember their faces. One awful guy was volunteering, too. He was the absolute epitome of the "I'm a volunteer because I wanna find cute grrls to fuck" type. He was a recent Harvard grad, and he thought the best way to pick me up was to say lousy pickup line after lousy pickup line. I was literally screaming at him to stop, but the only thing that worked was, "BUT YOU AREN'T A GRRL. MY HUSBAND SAYS I CAN ONLY PLAY WITH GRRLS!!!!!"
And then he finally shut up. What I said was, in fact, untrue. I had been bugging Coyote for weeks to tell me what my limits for FFF were. Only grrls? Only kissing? No giving out my email addy?
Finally, the night before, he said, "I trust you."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. I trust you."
I love him so fucking much. In case you're only reading this for the juicy parts, I ended up not even kissing anybody. BUT I met so many incredible people, including this one amazing womyn . . . so I really don't care.
Friday I was dressed as your typical butch. Lots of womyn came up and chatted with me, so maybe I should've just stuck to that look, but I had far too many fabulous clothes to wear. So Saturday I went as a glittery fairy with Kat's blue and purple wings. And a light-up wand. Standing guard at a door was boring. I itched to go inside and see all the cool stuff, and at last I could.
But my fangmaker wasn't there. It's good to know he's still in business: must look up Dnash on the web when I have money. I ran into Firecrotch and his new(ish) Primary, Samus. He looks more relaxed and she seems like a very determined, very focused person. I think she's good for him, and I don't feel the least bit grumpy around him anymore. So all is well.
There was so much to see! I ended up buying a circlet for Coyote, a second dildo for my still-unused harness, a Rub My Ducky (how fun is it, having a sex toy that you display proudly on the edge of your tub? Very fucking fun.), a little plastic spur thingee, and a tiny vibrator. Well, it came with the dildo. I need to sew myself a toy bag for Arisia. Even if I don't make stripey pants, I must have a toy bag that is neither plastic nor a backpack. Maybe I'll make it bright and fuzzy.
Oh, and for filling out an Erosphere ad, I got a cheesy-looking porn DVD. And for being a nosy and helpful volunteer, I got a pair of nice boots with a broken heel (I'm making them into spats) and a set of bondage lights.
I wonder if I can still activate that ad. Anyway, I met up with lediva and her fabulous pink hair, and The Posts. We did dinner together in Porter Exchange, at a yummy Korean restaurant. I inhaled my food and looked around for more. Luckily rice fluffs up in your stomach, or I'd have ordered another dinner.
I was dragging my feet as I walked to marfta's room. Nap or change? Well, dinner had taken too long, it was really Stay Home or Attend the Ball? I already had a ticket for the Ball, so the question was moot.
I washed off my glitter and donned my long velvet jacket. Even without my fangs, I felt predatory. The Ball itself wasn't all that great- horrible DJ, semi-interesting kink displays. Me and some new acquaintences went searching for parties, but could only find the womyn-only Mob party. So we went back to the Ball for a bit, then I left to check out that party.
When I heard it was going to end in another hour, I kicked myself for not coming earlier. But really, it was no big deal. They took safety and no fluid-swapping to such an extreme that I found all the sex quite unerotic. Womyn still made nice noises, to be sure, but you go into the room and see that they're lying on a square diaper thing, with cling-wrap over their vulva, and it just doesn't look all that yummy.
The hottest scene I saw was one where the sub was forced to keep her clothes on. And if I'd found someone to fuck, I'd probably also force her to do a clothed scene. We could find somewhere to all-out fuck later, I'd've just spent an hour or two teasing her at the party.
Towards the end, I got bored of walking room to room and just lay on one of the giant beds. Two stuck-up grrls from Harvard Law were talking for awhile, but their conversation was so inane I didn't bother trying to nose in on it.
I don't really know when Kitten slid up to me. I remember talking to her for a little while, my exhaustion masking my shock that this tall, slim, gorgeous womyn with long black hair was actually talking to me at a sex party. The hosts started making noises about kicking us out. "Where do you want to go?", I asked her.
"I don't know. Anywhere except my room. I'm in no mood to deal with my ex-girlfriend," she answered.
So we went to the lobby for a little while. This awful guy with the nickname Raptor dropped into a chair near us and told us a story that went on for twenty minutes. We stopped pretending interest after about two minutes, but he went on and on. He mentioned some other party with lots of drunk people, and I took that as an escape. "Let's go!"
So we went back up to the highest floors, but could only find one fairly sedate party. An older crowd, but they were very friendly. We hung out there for a long time, cried no tears when Raptor left, and smiled indulgently at the extremely drunk hostess. At last they were falling asleep. We checked a few of the other party floors, but all was quiet.
I hugged Kitten goodbye and wished her good luck. An erotica photographer with lovers of all genders. Someone capable of actually entrancing me, rather than just talking at me about tired old subjects. I rather hope I get to see her again, even if she decides I'm not worth going to tea with. Hell, even being friends with someone new who isn't a roleplayer sounds exciting at this point. I love my players, I love my games, but so seldom can I get them to talk about something else and stay on that subject for more than a minute or two at a stretch . . . I suspect spiritseeker and a few of the others I don't know well yet might be exceptions to that rule, but I've not really gotten a chance to find out yet.
Anyway, I had no idea how I was going to spend the three or four hours until the T opened. Didn't have the money for a cab AND for food on Sunday. So, not really expecting much, I went over to the volunteer lounge. Locked. Shit. No, wait- a voice!
A middle-aged fellow volunteer that I had been talking to for a long while earlier that evening was inside. He explained that he had only enough gas to get home, so the Coordinator had let him stay here. Excellent! Not only did I score a Xmas-carol-free floor to sleep on, but a friend to hang out with as well!
He told me about his superhero fantasies as he tied himself up in fun ways. And now I finally understand why the kink community took over the word "play" to describe their various sexual and nonsexual activities. It's something fun that they really enjoy. Simple as child's play.
He showed me a slide show of his favorite bondage pop artist. Wish I could remember that artist's name, it was great stuff. Eventually I passed out in a comfy chair, and then on the floor. When I woke up, a hotel worker brought in warm cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Yum.
I went back to marfta's place with the intention of snagging another two or three hours of sleep, and then woke up six hours later. By the time I arrived at the Flea, there was no sign of Kitten. So I made myself useful in the breakdown crew. I snarled and growled at anyone who tried to help me lift and tug and pull the heavy things. Fuck, I was doing breakdown and setup before I could walk. One guy tried to help me with a folding table, and when I snarled at him, he said, "OK! You can hit me with it, if you like!" I was muchly amused.
The best part of breakdown was the very beginning. I got to shake Cecilia Tan's hand. Cecilia Tan! I shook it and said, "Hi. Thank you very much for writing ten or twenty of my favorite pieces of Erotica." She looked a little baffled before saying I was welcome. And THEN she wrote an email, a few days later. It said thanks very much to all the volunteers, and ESPECIALLY thanks to those who helped with breakdown, like me! Yes, Cecilia Tan thanked me, BY NAME! I'm gonna print that email and frame it.
After breakdown, I got pulled into a free dinner at a house that had lots of chain thingees to climb on. And you know that part already. So that was my FFF. Think I'm gonna try to go in Summer, too.