Rub me in butter & throw me to the lesbians.
So, this weekend was Mayhem!, a weekend conference/play party/etc for leatherwomen. I like volunteering for things like this… so I did.
I had two shifts, the first one was pretty uneventful, I helped out with the vendor setup before the conference started … although I will plug some of the vendors because they look awesome and I wish I wasn’t being more fiscally responsible (read: already blew too much on rubber last week) so I could have bought stuff.
Dayton was there with SMOKING good deals on boots — like, usually $400 boots for $160. And hot damn, did they ever look nice.
Nathan from The Kiss Store now has more of my beloved black latex gloves in stock. Since the Marmot is no longer in business, and the source of awesome black rubber gloves had dried up anyway, I’ve been hoarding the last two boxes I bought. Now I don’t have to, because I can get more, more, more! Yay, black latex gloves!
I love, love, love the slings from Bad Bear Worx. They look wonderfully comfortable, and I can’t help but muse that having a cement ceiling means it would be super-easy to sink a couple of tie points into the ceiling… Hmm.
On Saturday night, I grabbed the marmot and the marmot’s girlfriend and we headed to the tastings. Awesome concept — interested in trying something new? Here, try it with these folk who know what they’re doing. I won’t mention what I tried, but it was fun, and I’ll definitely be doing it again. Also, it still hurts a little. Ow. Cool.
I am also rather amused to find that there’s still some things in kink that make me go “oh my god, ew! are you kidding me? people do that for FUN?” I was under the impression that even if I haven’t tried “everything” I had at least been exposed to just about everything. Nope! This one was new: Labia saline injections. The concept seems safe enough (the body will just absorb the saline pretty quickly, but leaves things … er, rather painful for a while afterward) but holy shit, NO FREAKING WAY is anything like that going near my hoohaw.
Your kink ain’t my kink but your kink’s okay… over there.
I lie, actually — I was totally fascinated to the point of wanting to apologize to the poor girl getting salined up for staring at her hoohaw for a good ten minutes straight, but seriously! THINGS ARE BEING INJECTED IN THERE, how could I NOT stare? Crazy. I am so not doing that. Hell, I won’t even get pierced down there…
After the tastings was the play party. I actually ducked out for an hour or so, gave Nick a ride to Sin City, then went back for my shift at 11:30. I was originally signed up for safety/first aid, but things got reworked a little and I ended up as a dungeon monitor.
So, I have what, $1500 worth of emergency first aid education, right? More, if you count previous first aid courses I’ve taken. The total sum of my “first aid” duties carried out: I got someone a bandaid.
*cracks knuckles* Yep, it’s a good thing I was there… who knows what would have happened otherwise?
I’m starting to understand the “I don’t want you to get hurt… I just want to be there when you do” motto. And hell, lots of people WERE getting hurt, it’s just that this was the POINT of the evening. On the upside, I’m a voyeur, and being a DM gave me a great excuse to wander around and pay very close attention to the seriously fun shit people were getting up to. Yeehaw.
Afterward, I decided that I am still young and vibrant and headed off to Sin City. Hey, I looked hot, I couldn’t let that outfit go to waste. (Knee length skirt, new black boots, underbust pvc corset, pvc bra, and unbuttoned black & white blouse. It’s like naughty-librarian with a twist.) Apparently others agreed — I had 4 different strangers come up and hit on me. Of course, I was so NOT in the mood to be hit on, and for the first time possibly ever, used the “Sorry, I have a boyfriend” line to get rid of someone. (Said boyfriend was off fooling around with other pretty girls, so maybe it wasn’t a very legit excuse, but still.) More amusing, it was someone who thought I was a newbie. “First time here?” “Uh… no… I’ve been coming semi-regularly for about 6 years.” I guess I’m not very memorable. hee.
By the time I got home, I remembered that I am not as young & vibrant as I had earlier suspected and 3am is much later than I remembered, as I was completely exhausted and my feet were killing me. (My new boots are super comfy, but walking around for 7 hours with ANY heel is going to hurt.) Luckily, have excellent boyfriend who gives excellent foot massages and a dog who let me sleep in a little the next morning. Good dog. Not-so-good dog when I decided to go back and nap a few hours later and she decided that was a good time to bark at things that ONLY THE DOG CAN HEAR every 30 seconds. I swear, there had to have been someone standing outside my apartment with a dog whistle… gah.
In other news, I need another craft day soon. Maybe Sunday. Will anybody show up? Hmm.