Among the maze of things on my desk are all the little cards and such that I collected during my wanderjahr last month (and some this month). Here's some links to things that people might enjoy:
- Self Serve Toys Ok, A Woman's Touch will always be my fave, but these people deal with them, too. And if you use coupon code leather0809, you get a discount.
- The Baroness - Ah, if only I had the money for latex...the models and designs I saw by this company were incredible.
- Zia Toys - No website, but if you have a desire to see some handmade wood toys (that is, of the grown-up variety) email ZiaToys. My fave was the fine wood needle case...
- Unseen Gallery Darla was the act before slavephaedra and I at the Thunder talent show. Her act? Vogon Poetry. How cool is that? She also gave me buttons, of which "TOXIC" (in hoonor of
labelle77 )and "Evil is an Art Form" are my favorite), - Spinster Yarns & Fibers - More proof that if you knit, you must be kinky. She had a half-body mermaid tail costume knitted, and her workers were modeling knitted lingerie. I thought her specialty yarns were pretty cool, too - though she was out of Aqueous Humor, the one with little eyeballs floating in the red & white yarn. I also got
raging_journey new pasties from her, hopefully you'll see them next thursday. - Charlotte Fetish - Didn't talk much to her, but she wanted
slavephaedra to model for her. After recovery, of course (happy healing thoughts sent). - Essin' Em - Finally got a chance to meet in person my twitterfriend essinem. Hottest crutches I've ever seen...unfortunately, we didn't actually meet until the end of Thunder, so we're back to exchanging tweets. She's also one of my compatriots over at the new Best Sex Bloggers site.
- Mental Switch - Meeting this guy and his partner C was a great start and running theme to Thunder. He's an old Madison peep, friends of
exthesuccubus and
mistressmarla, and damn, can that guy take pictures. - Mia (I Want Your Sex Podcast) - Eventually I'll get caught up on all the podcast interviews I got on the journey, but she's got a new one up right now. Dinner with her was a wonderful exercise in flirtation and seduction - Mitsu and I were this close to introducing her to a cane & rope scene. Suffice it to say that when you hear her voice, and think "Wow, she sounds hot..." you are wrong. She is even hotter in person.
- ForzaDark Timepieces - Lee and I spent some time convincing each other that we didn't need these. Yet, anyway. But it goes past steampunk into LOST territory...
- Tony Buff - (NWS) I only caught the tail end (ha!) of his class, but aside from being hotness incarnate, he's a former Marine who served the same time I did, and proof that the fount of all Mad Rope Skillz is Seattle...
- Sabrina Fox - (VERY NWS) OK, I didn't actually meet her on the trip, but she did friend me during it, and in our conversations I've suckered lured invited her to Spankfest - and she's accepted. So she'll be my demo bottom for
lqqkout & my suspension class, as well as for my Full Contact Dom class. We'll also be co-presenting a special version of Fetish Performance Techniques and doing a show one night for the camp.
That's all I got for now, but I will share the joy of some of the Vogon Poetry, courtesy of Darla (and with her permission):
Mysterious stain in the hotel rug
discovered by my bare heel
Are you some rare squashy bug,
or part of someone's meal?
Did some errant slaggard pick
you from their nasal hair
and with a careless wanton flick
discard, and leave you there?
Do your rare oily colors stem
from toxic cleaning waste?
Or are you a drunkards narly phlegm
and could I tell by taste?
*gargle* *sniff* (easier to do this part, she tells us, if you have nasal polyps)
Perhaps thine sticky essence is
stale and drying cum
Or maybe thou art only this,
a wad of chewing gum.
Thine viscous tendrils in wormlike dance
through polyester fibers creep.
Whist thine presence is enhanced
by a smell as of dyspeptic sheep.
Cilial stew and glaucous membrane
Have not thine putrescent sheen
and moldy pancakes in acid rain
canst not match thy prurient green.
(at this point I staggered onto the stage, gurgling "Not...pancakes..." and suffered a systemic failure and died. On stage.* She left me there and continued.)
Art thou mayhap excresence vile
from distended anus dripped
rubbed into the carpet's pile
when some stray asshole tripped?
Whatever you are, stain on my heel,
your loyalty is true
for no matter how I feel,
I seem to be stuck with you.
So come along, and kiss my feet
and see if someone knows
what this stuff is, sour or sweet,
that's got between my toes.
Oh spot! Oh smudge! Oh fulgent smear!
What secrets you contain
I could go on year by year
About this charming stain.
Yeah. That's the kind of talent we were up against at the show. No wonder we didn't place...
* What do you mean, "Again?"