Hope you had a happy May Day!
I’m celebrating it with lots of Advil and still recovering from picketing, and bicycling to the office for contract negotiations. Today marks a very important anniversary for me. May first, 1992, 21 years ago, I went to my first play party.
It’s just dawning on me tonight that I’ve been doing this for over 20 years. My kinky experience is now old enough to drink. I was burning out in college, and was head over heels for an artist and former Dominatrix named Luna. She needed a distraction, I can’t remember the occasion, but she asked her friend Sussane to take me to a play party at San Francisco’s legendary LINKS space.
The LINKS space was a three story house in San Francisco, with the ground floor acting as a form of garage or basement, or in this case, the dungeon. The party itself was inspirational for me. While it was a quiet Saturday night, it was my first introduction to serious kink. I was completely unprepared.
The Sussane came in something black. She was acting as a dungeon monitor. My thought was to dress in something vulnerable and harmless. I had no leathers. So I showed up in a blue short sleeved dress shirt, blue flip flop sandals, and blue shorts I had from high school. While I had just turned 21, I must have looked 16. In hindsight, I probably looked ready to be eaten alive.
Sussane put a black collar on me, I still have it to this day. It’s called a Wolfie collar, and was handmade as part of a set that connected to cuffs to form a belt. She also cuffed me with brass Indian style dancing bracelets. They looked out of place, but in hindsight, I miss them. Knowing friends would respect her territorial marks, she left me to sit, watch, and draw that night.
That night, I saw a very butch woman get flogged and spanked hard by a leatherwoman. After each time she was struck, she was to chant that she was loved, strong, and beautiful. A transvestite in a leather skirt walked a submissive woman on all fours through the halls on a leash. Two bearish guys in chaps did spanking on a Saint Andrew’s cross.
In another room, I saw a petite woman on a cross get her breasts pierced in a ladder formation above the nipples. As her girlfriend whipped out a knife and began tapping the needles with a blade, the bound lover lifted her legs up and wrapped them around her Domme, pulling the long haired leatherwoman in for a hard kiss as blood dropped to the floor.
If I sat at any other play space, things may have been very different. I was accepted as a curious observer, and learned that this was about an energy that transcends gender and notions of what is and isn’t in the real world. It was revolutionary for me, and really did change my life. Not just because I became kinky, but I also have trouble keeping my mouth shut about this stuff. I didn’t start in the closet, I converted out in the open.
Ok, nuff said about that! As you may recall, my transmission is fucked up. The Celica got towed yesterday and this is going to cost me dearly. So I’m offering a $20 special. On May 4th, I’m going to have a table at the Los Angeles Comic Book and Sci Fi Convention. I’m selling any 11×14 original drawing out of the portfolios for $20. This is only good at the show. I don’t have to upload anything, share fees with Etsy, or ship. So if you like the art, come and get it. If you want a smaller piece, make me an offer!
While I doubt I’ll sell 100 pieces, if I do, that should cover the car repairs. I’ll also have stickers.
That said, I will be able to make it to Domcon LA for at least one day next week. Since I’ve talked about my first party, I have to say, if you are kink curious and would love to have a safe, and possibly very deep experience with a Professional Dominatrix, you’ve got to check out Domcon LA! Don’t miss it. Domcon LA is essentially a world’s fair of BDSM, with the latest bondage gear and toys. There’s classes on everything from basic bondage, to advanced techniques like fire play, electricity, and hypnosis. For details, whip out http://domconla.com.
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