Give me your soul, I am not a demon.
This is a ridiculously stressful time and last night I most definitely had a mental breakdown and yet, right now I'm loving this so much. Our house was filled with wonderful people all working towards the common goal of the big KINK night happening tomorrow. In the background we have bad porn playing, not many of us noticing until something weird would happen. Like fucking a lamp, or when words would come up on the screen like "Give me your soul, I am not a demon." These kinds of statements would be followed, for example, by two people fighting for my trust and arguing that the other is actually a demon. The 4 - 6 people are sitting in front of the porn with their computers or sewing machines all working on various kinky endeavors. Every so often Max chirps in with "pisser/pissed on," calling out the hankies that were being designed. Then there's the burlesque rehearsals which inevitably end in keeling over in laughter because of how ridiculously unprepared we are. So many inside dirty jokes and so many new jokes. It's amazing and makes me happy because even if I feel like I might die from stress and sleep deprivation, at least I feel more productive than I have since staging Hedwig.