origins
My birthday is January 25, 1990.
I turned eighteen about six months ago. I flew out to
Seattle with my mom, watched it snow, and toured their shady streets, lined with cafes, thai restaurants and boutiques. It was good.
When I got back to San Diego, it was like a whole new place. It is by no means some kind of mecca for 18+ clubs or anything, but I was seeing possibilities everywhere. The thrill of buying hordes of cigarettes gleamed in front of me, in the form of a shitty 7-11. Lines of glittering sex toys awaited me lit by the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. It was all very exciting, and I immersed myself as much as I could.
A friend of mine had a serious case of wanderlust and so we decided to get together several times a week in search of things to do. In our adventures we'd taken to hanging out in a local sex shop, The Rubber Rose. One night, we attended an event that was part of their "From Fucking to Feminism" series, which featured a professional Domme and Submissive from a dungeon in LA. I talked to the two of them and got some contact information. Then (and this is the exciting part) I found that The Rubber Rose actually had a monthly workshop that was specifically about BDSM, that was run by the local BDSM group.
The local BDSM group. The elusive, tricky, hard to find BDSM group. The one that had captivated my seventeen year old brain and had me searching the internet feverishly, from forum to forum finding nothing but the leftovers, recollections of play parties in the distant midwest. BDSM had captivated me since I learned what it was, which admittedly, must have been a year or two before I turned eighteen. (I can't, and won't claim to be the youngest person to get into BDSM.) So I'd researched, and I'd looked. I suppose were I to look at it from some sort of apathetically metaphoric view, I'd have to claim that perhaps it was just one of those things that has to find you. However, I'm not apathetically metaphoric and I know for a fact that I found it. I really found it.
The monthly workshop was called "Back to Basics", which truly, I felt, was exactly what I needed. The basics. The first one I attended was on Dungeon/Play Party etiquette. When I went to leave, I was provided a metric ton of helpful links and resources, all associated with Club X.
I suppose I could compare that moment to that of a match when it ignites. It was slowly warmed by the friction and then finally, almost like a sigh of relief it sparks, explodes into a little flame. Thats what that was like for me. Dramatic as it may sound that's all I can think of to do that moment justice. New avenues opened up for me that night.
And these are my beginnings.
I turned eighteen about six months ago. I flew out to
Seattle with my mom, watched it snow, and toured their shady streets, lined with cafes, thai restaurants and boutiques. It was good.
When I got back to San Diego, it was like a whole new place. It is by no means some kind of mecca for 18+ clubs or anything, but I was seeing possibilities everywhere. The thrill of buying hordes of cigarettes gleamed in front of me, in the form of a shitty 7-11. Lines of glittering sex toys awaited me lit by the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. It was all very exciting, and I immersed myself as much as I could.
A friend of mine had a serious case of wanderlust and so we decided to get together several times a week in search of things to do. In our adventures we'd taken to hanging out in a local sex shop, The Rubber Rose. One night, we attended an event that was part of their "From Fucking to Feminism" series, which featured a professional Domme and Submissive from a dungeon in LA. I talked to the two of them and got some contact information. Then (and this is the exciting part) I found that The Rubber Rose actually had a monthly workshop that was specifically about BDSM, that was run by the local BDSM group.
The local BDSM group. The elusive, tricky, hard to find BDSM group. The one that had captivated my seventeen year old brain and had me searching the internet feverishly, from forum to forum finding nothing but the leftovers, recollections of play parties in the distant midwest. BDSM had captivated me since I learned what it was, which admittedly, must have been a year or two before I turned eighteen. (I can't, and won't claim to be the youngest person to get into BDSM.) So I'd researched, and I'd looked. I suppose were I to look at it from some sort of apathetically metaphoric view, I'd have to claim that perhaps it was just one of those things that has to find you. However, I'm not apathetically metaphoric and I know for a fact that I found it. I really found it.
The monthly workshop was called "Back to Basics", which truly, I felt, was exactly what I needed. The basics. The first one I attended was on Dungeon/Play Party etiquette. When I went to leave, I was provided a metric ton of helpful links and resources, all associated with Club X.
I suppose I could compare that moment to that of a match when it ignites. It was slowly warmed by the friction and then finally, almost like a sigh of relief it sparks, explodes into a little flame. Thats what that was like for me. Dramatic as it may sound that's all I can think of to do that moment justice. New avenues opened up for me that night.
And these are my beginnings.