ShibariCon Notes 2

Before I tell the tale of Sunday night, a few other notes:-great hanging out in passing with the NY kids.-hzah for teaching strap ons... I love seing straight guys go down on cocks for the excuse of "can I eat your jerky?"-Orla, thanks a hundred times over for all the little stuff-Mistress Suze from Albany was a great roomie-Tambo and I had coffee. Maybe this is a start, but I'm no rushing or pushing.So, There was music drama with my show. Greydancer offered to mix in 30 more seconds onto the intro for Insatable and I said yes, so he got it all onto my iPod. Fine, right? We had a jack to plug the iPod in, we'd used it Friday for me to do the dungeon music last-minute, it was all fine. But as we're getting ready to have me go on, we realized the jack was missing. Spike went to get my laptop, but we realized the same jack would be needed for that. Argh! Finally we found the jack, and then as I'm on stage ready to go the speakers go out 5 seconds into the song. I was SO off my game. Argh! Keep cool, keep sexy, entertain the crowd, make them laugh. Finally when the bboys had it fixed, I started to strip to The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson. Hot suff. I got down to corset, stockings, heels and hip harness as Insatable by Prince started.Self-waxing. breast bondage. All is fine. Facial waxing. Ok. Seated suspension, stretch, grab the hanging hat, spin partly upside down. Good! Time to re-rig and full-invert. Inversion goes fine, go to move, spin, go to tie off- line slips from hand and I fall on my head.Being the theatre person I am I roll my head in, land on my right shoulder, bruise it. 5 seconds I was back up and to paraphrase Master David "I topped that rope into submission"- got myself back up into the inversion, spun, twisted, moved, then grabbed the vibrator and masturbated on stage. If I'd had 30 more seconds of music (IE no fall) I would have cum, oh well.Lots of cheers, Suze helped me out, I survived with skinned knees, deep rope marks under the ribs, and a bruised shoulder. Worse though was the bruised ego- I'd never fallen on stage before.I went upstairs after my bows, and cried. And cried. And cried.But fuck that noise, I was not going to let this keep me down, if nothing else because people talk and I was not going to give in to the "are you okays?" 35 people asked. I counted after person 10. I painted myself in war paint, laced into a tight corset over my PVC catsuit, strapped myself into heels and went back down to the dungeon.Good notes:Jimi Tatu- You reminded us that this is a dangerous sport and folks can get hurtMaster David- You topped that ropeFormal Theatre Critic- You got back up and going with passion and energy 3-4 times faster than a formal actor who fell off a stage (and I have seen in may times)Suze- Midori can be perfect on stage. Taipan can be perfect on stage. You are the only person I know who can fuck up and still get a standing ovation.I had other folks say thanks because they saw me get back up and keep going. I had LOTS ask me if I was okay. I was flattered that that night I had 3 people ask me anyway if I could hang them up... I said no to all of them. Ego still bruised.So, at the end of the night Tambo and Sterling were playing and I joined in for the Fierce_Shinju vs. the Lipstick Kiss of Doooom scene. Very fun, very funny.In life we fall. We get back up. We go on after a good cry. We try to learn from our mistakes or at least take them with grace. A number of folks in the audience thought I did it on purpose. Ha ha.