Wherein we babble about parties and women

This weekend was Pacific Friction.

Thursday and Friday I shot all day with KnotNice, a slow process this time that felt like pulling teeth due to things running like molasses on the set. Slow slow slow. I was frustrated, I admit, but kept a smile on. The model, Madison Young, as always, was a delight. We even shot some surreal porn outtakes for my project- wheee.

Thursday night I headed over to Lamb's for dinner and art nude goddesscapes. The Goddesscape series is an art collaboration between Lamb and myself using his sculptures and my photography. I'm excited. We'll be submitting a selection from the project to Seattle Erotic Art Festival. It was a good mix of folks- Lamb, Furry, Nancy, Pandora, Cosmic, R&K. Good food, fun art.

Friday night I headed to Lamb's again, this time for the Friday Party. It was good to have some friends from other circles finally make it to a Friday Party, and Furry spent time downstairs lighting girls on fire while I was social and ate cheese. It was good to see people. I was exhausted though so I fell asleep in Lamb's bed until Furry told me it was time to go.

Saturday I slept, then did email for the White Wolf Calendar Project, then dashed over to Pacific Friction. Tristan Taurmino's "Mommy Dearest" panel was really enjoyable, and it was fun getting to spend a bit of time with baby FemCar. Good mix of energy, and an interesting realization for myself about the fact that being a "mommy" isn't as instinctual for me in actual play because it reminds me of Dominatrix work and childishness, while terms like "Mama", "Mom", and "Madre" all seem more true to me. Maybe it's cause I never called my own mother Mommy really. It was also interesting seeing folks talk about the universal concept of mother- from bitch to martyr- and their own mothers.

Mi Madre is a gun slinger, a tank driver, a power house of personality. She is also a martyr, a lonely woman, a butch in a string of pearls.

Onyx, Sam and I did dinner at the event. Michelle Surchuck did a lovely art show and Felice Shays showed the art project "The Adventures of Mistress Meanie" that she made for the Lesbian Sex Mafia (LSM). Dinner was tolerable. Company was great. We sat with Lolita, Julia, the ASL interpreter, a local whip maker, and a performance artist from Humbolt Co., CA. Good mix.

Then off for my $45 creme brûlée. Okay, I actually was paying for privacy.

Once in a while, I really head over heels believe in romance. Wining and dining. I did just that.

Onyx and I (she in her stunning Chinese silk and me in a pink jacket and cowboy hat) headed off by taxi to Wild Abandon for Vanilla Creme Brule, Coffee, Tea, and hours of one-on-one quality time and conversation. Twitterpated has now turned full-blown into desire and infatuation. Yup, I am one lucky bastard, because the feeling is mutual. I adore NRE (new relationship energy)... and enjoyed coming home and sharing the tales with my man :)

After spending hours of solitude and decadence with the cello-playing computer coding intellectual romantic that is Onyx, we headed back to the Pacific Friction hotel to go to the play party.

I grabbed the rear suspension frame and made it mine. Lolita and Julia ended up playing on one end of us, and Ice smoked just outside the door to the other side, so I felt framed by family as the adventures began. It was so fucking hot- I blindfolded her, suspended her face down, enjoyed her reactions to a well-placed crotch rope, lowered her to the ground and wrapped her in yet more rope before attaching a dick to the harness and riding her while telling her naughty tales. For the next 3 hours we played on and off- more bondage, more sex, more bondage, more sensuality... her wearing only a small blanket and me in jeans as we wandered the dungeon together with her chest bound as we watched women play- and play HARD. Women getting their cunts nailed to boards. Women fighting one another with growls and fists. Women fucking, loving, cumming. Women playing with needles, ropes, single tails. Women being sluts. Women being voyeurs. Boys playing with bois playing with gender fuckers plating with trannies playing with high femmes.Decadence.Then back to our hotel for naked cuddles and sleep- hoorah!

Sunday held breakfast on the company dime, followed by an amazing facitated dicsussion by Silva Tenenbein. Wow. We were all blown away by the frank discussion of fear, intimacy, desire, love, trust, sm, vanilla sexuality... and so much more. We had to send for tissues. For the first time I really got a chance to empathise with stone butches by understanding it through my walls as abuse/rape survivor and sex worker. Sadness was expressed about learning to so clearly ask for our desires and understand role possibilities that it's so hard now to not have those things concious in our minds with every sexual encounter. Who is on top? What is my role? How can I make you happy? Body issues, anxiety, lust, love, shadows of the soul... it was lovely. I got to connect a lot with a few amazing people, and yeah, it was good.

Then off to sheryl dee's "Degrees of Power: A Journey to Self" class. I have a few amazing tools in hand now to examine my own desires in D/s and M/s relationships that I feel will help a lot with discussions of terms and interests. Good stuff.

Then my class. Ugh. Wow. Wow! Yup, all 3 feelings in one. It was my first time presenting with an ASL interpreter- it was a good experience and my hearing impaired students picked up everything. The class was huge, we had over 50 people in a hands-on bondage workshop. Wow. Ugh. Wow! See what I mean? Great energy, enthusiasm- but it's like wrangling cats, and I wanted to give everyone my attention, but it's hard in a class that size. I was happy to have a lot of folks so jazzed about new skills (especially being able to make their own strap-on harnesses out of rope, and doing ankle to thigh ties), as well as have a few seasoned bondage artists in the class come up to me afterwards and say that they learned something new from my effectively 101/201 level class.I caught up with Ice afterwards and we had a dump session. I adore Ice. I really really do. Precious soul through and through.

Pack-up. Kiss Onyx goodbye. Say goodbye to friends old and new. Mingle. Hang out. Be. Headed to dinner to talk with friends and Furry. Then off to the party at Venom that Betka was hosting.

I had some amazing conversations, and no play... just as I wanted it. It's funny, I'm usually suck a tart at these events- but this weekend I was tunnelvisioned on staying healthy and wooing Onyx. I had lots of offers over the weekend- I itook up none of them. I have a few amazing local women who I hope to either play with down the road after conversations shared this weekend, or just get together with for coffee.

Mars needs women. Funny tee shirt on so many levels. Thank you Pandora for the gift, and for kicking me in the ass to update my voter registration info.

WaterGoddess was amazing, and again expressed her namesake. I got to try on a very cute Onsies PJ set with rubber duckies on it... I may buy one. I got to flirt and hang out a bit with Nancy, FemCar, Tristan... I'm bummed I'll be missing her Winter Dark Oddyssey event this year. I have a few leads though on a ponetntial west coast DO event for 2006, and am still hoping Furry and I can do DO 2005 in Maryland. It was great talking with Glow, Andre, all the folks in the Sex class, and in general, meeting a lot of great people. The event definately has potential to take off from here.

And today- I ordered my lights, a new lens, a new camera backpack... and get to spend the day with my man and my laptop. Life, she does not suck.