Morning reflections on OLF
After yesterdays bag drama, I am today feeling refreshed and hopeful. I am awe-struck by the kindness of the world, and with every passing moment feeling the truth of Berzerko's words more and more. If you find people to trust, the world will give you what you need. Okay, he said a lot more than that before the psychic message service sent the note to Deborah.This is the first installments of my notes from OLF. Unlike normal times when I go in oder and blow by blow, this event may be more random because honestly, the event broke into topics...
Psychic Energy
I attended Deborah Addington's Erotomancy class after meeting her on Thursday afternoon at the hotel and deciding that yes, I had needed to meet her for a while, and yes, I do have a new friend and pirate buddy in the form of her fanged smile and deep embraces. Erotomancy is just that- Divination and magic through love and connection. Some truly emotional and breathtaking things took place in that class, and partnered with Nick of Evolved, I got to touch that source of my power again. Energy is a curious thing for me. I tend to act more as a conduit, the middle man for energy. Folks give, they get back. I pick up from the ground, I pass it on. I tend not to recieve as much... but thinking of evolution, that is starting to change. Why? Walls tumbling down baby, walls tumblling down.
Remove the fear of betrayal and we allow ourselves to feel the world again. I open my third eye and bliss. I can feel it between us, that third being, that birth of our conciousnesses between us. Trust, open, and know that by sharing my demons does not allow them power over me. Share them and make them a healthy part of me rather than a thing always full of fear. I do not stop fearing my demons lest I stop my tempered control, but in sharing them perhaps I can find peace.
Berzerko took the class as well, and we bonded a lot over the energy workings. It's funny, folks were amused that we wanted to leave the dungeon Sunday night, but you know, body and energy work is not something I wanted to do in tha venue. I don't like to cry in public in an exposed raw wire way. It's something that needs to happen, and he's an amazing conduit for that- tell me the truths that are hard to hear. Purge Tears. Rehash fears and joys. Trust. Evolve.
Nick is an amazing spirit. I was deeply touched by the images of him and his daughter... (go to the Evolved site and hit Suspensions). I was deeply touched by his spirit. I am deeply touched by him. He makes me long for authenticity, and crave the nectar of bliss. As Lounge Lizard Bridgett I even scoped him for a cute gay man who wanted to know his orientation and whatnot, and he took the goading with grace and style. I wish I had the time and resources to go to Trauma or to his Guadalajara trip... hell, I need to go to Guadalajara again any way- I feel deeply at home on horseback in Mexico.
Shake Your Groove Thing
Arriving in Ohio, I found out that the Ohio Health Board for a thousand myraid reasons had not granted OLF their piercing license. Thus: Sharrin Spector's Classes were cancelled (or changed), no blood in the dungeon, and Evolved couldn't perform Saturday night. Regina Anne and I stepped up to the plate and with 30 hours notice put together a great show. She and I each did 2 sets... and I also did an hour and a half of wandering minstrel comedy as "Lounge Lizard Bridgett".
The Lounge Lizard is based off of Richard Cheese, bad SNL sketch acts, a splash of the Director, and a chanelling of the power of pinstripes and booze under the auspice of the Fedora. My first song of the night was going to be "Alchohol" by Bare Naked Ladies (thank you again Director for the idea), and since I can't eat right before performing, instead of sitting around, I decided to be a minstrel. I hit on folks. I joked. I entertained. I acted like a lush with me "Water and Scotch, hold the Scotch", hit on K3 as the hot chick, and made way too many bad pun jokes in my Gangster/Lounge lizard voice. My bald head shone, my big diva glasses sparkled, all was grand.
5 minutes before the show, Regina told me that she would like to wait to come on until her act began, which means I needed a new assistant for the show. Deborah was in full goth glamour, with Valkarie at her side in Chainmail, and I asked her if she would be willing to help. She was eager, and taking the last bite of my apple tart, I took the stage.
I stripped, I got covered in LOTS of wax, Regina danced, I danced, I made tips, I did more comedy, Regina danced more... life was good and we were amazing. I was so happy. Goddess Lakshimi summed it up later that night that Regina was raw sensuality, and I was raw sexuality, and between the two we made a great act. Folks rolled when I opened the second set with "Bitch" by Stephen Lynch, since Anna and Don still owed me $ for my airfare at that point.
I got compliments the rest of the weekend... life is good, and I am a good comedy/burlesque/theme stripper. Hooray for statements of personal affirmation. Hooray for getting to a point in my life when I can make them.
More to come...