Another brief interlude between SCC recollections. I had a busy weekend with Beyond Vanilla, an event held by NLA-Dallas. Well, not as busy as I'd thought it would be; did not do much Friday, the rain curtailed plans Saturday though in the end it went well, and I skipped Sunday totally...
A few big things coming up this week. GEAR has their monthly mixer at The Bronx this Thursday, 6-9:00 PM. I've been a few times before; it's a reasonably together group though it's more focused on TS issues than CD/TG to me. Then Friday is a special birthday, celebrated well.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Two events, different results
Last Saturday, I went to the Dallas Bound and Determined party at The Sanctuary. I didn't have high hopes for this, mostly because a) The Sanctuary is not one of my favorite places and b) the person organizing it has never done anything like this before.
But you know what? I was wrong. Jennifer and her volunteers made it work. The crowd was a good mix of leather, bdsm and fetish types. Things went off pretty much as planned. And there were some interesting side things going on. Okay, I'll personally admit that being able to try a vac bed for the first time might have put me into a better mood...But I can't say that I saw anyone at the end of the night who was disappointed. Plus, it raised a lot of money for Bryan's House, which cares for children affected by HIV/AIDS in Dallas.
A week later, it's the Dallas Fetish Ball, held at The Church. This was my third time going, and I almost passed because it's not a lot of fun to attend these events if you aren't going with a group. But my friend Barbie from Kansas was going, and we've never met in person before. So...
Barbie's a fun person to be around, and she looks great in a latex catsuit. She's also someone very straightforward, which is unfortunately a rarity in the fetish community.
The Church is too small for the event; you can't walk around or talk to people. The stage is hard to see unless you're upstairs on the balcony. They'd moved the "play space" outside to the porch, which meant the place you could go if it was too noisy was unavailable unless you wanted to climb up to the rooftop-which was freezing. And the "energy" was...not there. Sure there's a lot of people dressing up, but you kind of felt like that's what it was-dress up. The people who I knew were seriously into the lifestyle who were there sort of stood out. Am I being jaded? Maybe? We left about 12:30-and people were still waiting to get in.
I know this is a big event in Dallas-between this and the Black and Blue Ball (done by the same people) there's no other open fetish events. It's a professional event, with lots of performers (though they seem to be the same ones every year). So they should know what they are doing. And considering the state of fetish/bdsm in Dallas, I shouldn't be critical. But do you support something because it's there, or do it because it's worth your time?
So, I had more fun at the little, amateur-produced event than the big, professional one.
But you know what? I was wrong. Jennifer and her volunteers made it work. The crowd was a good mix of leather, bdsm and fetish types. Things went off pretty much as planned. And there were some interesting side things going on. Okay, I'll personally admit that being able to try a vac bed for the first time might have put me into a better mood...But I can't say that I saw anyone at the end of the night who was disappointed. Plus, it raised a lot of money for Bryan's House, which cares for children affected by HIV/AIDS in Dallas.
A week later, it's the Dallas Fetish Ball, held at The Church. This was my third time going, and I almost passed because it's not a lot of fun to attend these events if you aren't going with a group. But my friend Barbie from Kansas was going, and we've never met in person before. So...
Barbie's a fun person to be around, and she looks great in a latex catsuit. She's also someone very straightforward, which is unfortunately a rarity in the fetish community.
The Church is too small for the event; you can't walk around or talk to people. The stage is hard to see unless you're upstairs on the balcony. They'd moved the "play space" outside to the porch, which meant the place you could go if it was too noisy was unavailable unless you wanted to climb up to the rooftop-which was freezing. And the "energy" was...not there. Sure there's a lot of people dressing up, but you kind of felt like that's what it was-dress up. The people who I knew were seriously into the lifestyle who were there sort of stood out. Am I being jaded? Maybe? We left about 12:30-and people were still waiting to get in.
I know this is a big event in Dallas-between this and the Black and Blue Ball (done by the same people) there's no other open fetish events. It's a professional event, with lots of performers (though they seem to be the same ones every year). So they should know what they are doing. And considering the state of fetish/bdsm in Dallas, I shouldn't be critical. But do you support something because it's there, or do it because it's worth your time?
So, I had more fun at the little, amateur-produced event than the big, professional one.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
SELF and self
Yes, it's been a while since I updated this blog. Health issues and some very bad head space combined to put the muse in a state of slumber.
I spent last weekend in Atlanta at the SouthEast Leatherfest. It's a leather/fetish/BDSM convention.
Did I forget to mention I am interested in these things? Oh, sorry...
Pervy folk are like any other social group, except we tell stranger jokes and dress better. And speaking of dressing, SELF was an excuse for me to enjoy some extended girl time. I had not been about to do that for a while.
Spending a weekend as a woman means:
The people at SELF treated me like a woman. I got to spend lots of time with friends, make new ones, buy stuff, learn things, and even let the wicked side of me out for a few. By Sunday afternoon, eating hot dogs on a patio and feeling comfortable enough to wear a tank top and short cammo skirt in the summer, I just found myself wishing it would last longer. Because I was really, truly feeling like the person I think Zelda is.
Flying home the next day, I felt the sense of loss that post-convention time seems to bring. And wanting to capture the feeling again.
le sigh
I spent last weekend in Atlanta at the SouthEast Leatherfest. It's a leather/fetish/BDSM convention.
Did I forget to mention I am interested in these things? Oh, sorry...
Pervy folk are like any other social group, except we tell stranger jokes and dress better. And speaking of dressing, SELF was an excuse for me to enjoy some extended girl time. I had not been about to do that for a while.
Spending a weekend as a woman means:
- Lots of shaving. And it takes a lot of time to shave this bod. Plus, shaving my face twice a day, since I have not started any serious hair removal techniques.
- Going from worrying about getting my makeup perfect to trying to get it done quickly. Practice may not make perfect, but it makes it quicker.
- Shopping is an art form, and having a friend like Sabrina Pandora who has a black belt in it and knows Little Five Points like a native. And I found the best pair of riding boots, ever. For $25. You may be jealous now...
- Falling into all the little feminine ways, like walking and remembering to take your ear ring off when you answer the phone.
- Getting your nails polished, hating the job the salon did, realizing that nobody else noticed the bad polish job.
- You get far more wardrobe options. And changing close twice a day is not a sign of vanity.
The people at SELF treated me like a woman. I got to spend lots of time with friends, make new ones, buy stuff, learn things, and even let the wicked side of me out for a few. By Sunday afternoon, eating hot dogs on a patio and feeling comfortable enough to wear a tank top and short cammo skirt in the summer, I just found myself wishing it would last longer. Because I was really, truly feeling like the person I think Zelda is.
Flying home the next day, I felt the sense of loss that post-convention time seems to bring. And wanting to capture the feeling again.
le sigh
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