9:31PM - Friday May 6, 2005
Fetish and Flogging and Fun! Oh my!
All right. So, birthday, actual day, I worked my butt off. Six hours of heavy cleaning, maintaining and polishing the school's looms, and then I taught two hours of bellydance. Butch had already broken down and given me my birthday present early--she's awful with presents, she can't hold onto them at all. It's occasionally frustrating. I was kind of sad because Kryptonite wasn't online to chat me up on my birthday, and all in all, it was a bit of a let down not to have any fuss made over me on the actual day. Whinge whine whinge. Whatever. I got over it.

The Fetish Ball was awesome, I put a bunch of wool dreads in my hair, red fur pants, and my leather strap bra with pasties to cover up my incredibly against the law woman-nipples. Kryptonite was sweet and wore the leather pants for me... ROWR. He's got SUCH a nice ass. I just wanna bite it. Anyway, I bounced around the Ball, fulfilling my duties as a celebrity judge, drinking beer with Kryptonite and my friends. He kept a couple of cute girls entertained, and Mermaid and SnowWhite showed up looking fabulous and gave me presents. Yay! I cleaned up on cute skull paraphenalia--socks, note pad, and a pink rhinestone skullhead brooch. Woo! Anyway. Everybody was gorgeous, and a good time was had by all.

Kryptonite had been a bit nervous about the whole thing, but I don't think that it was as freaky as he'd thought it would be. When we got home afterwards we had some pretty awesome sex, though there was a frustrating liquor-dick incident, so the evening didn't end on a particularly high note. He was frustrated because he didn't come and I was tired and feeling guilty because I just couldn't fuck any more--I hate when that happens. Stupid liquor-dick. And yes, I know it's not my fault, and the other person's orgasm is not my responsibility, but when I've had a few beers, it's 3am, and I'm tired, fucked out, let's just say I"m not all that rational.

Anyway, the following week held not one but two, count'em, TWO! workshops with Patrick Califia, who I absolutely adore. The Flogging 101 talk was really good, I learned some new tips and tricks, and at the end of the workshop he offered to try out any floggers we wanted on us. So, there was this particularly tantalizing braided cat with gorgeous knots on the end, and I bounced up and yes, Patrick Califia flogged me! Eeeee! He went lightly at first, and it felt like being hit with tiny fists. Then he amped it up a bit to medium and it was still good. And then I asked for hard, and was rewarded with one THWACK! two THWACK! and then three THWACK! and I said "Oooooooh!" as my endorphins rushed in and sent me flying.

So, in short, I NEED to own that flogger. NEED.

After the workshop was even better because a few of us went out for supper with Patrick at the Economy Shoe Shop. And I have to say, it is SO NICE to meet someone who you've admired for a long time and find out that they're a really amazing and absolutely SWEET person. Who likes to tease me. And asked for my number so he could keep in touch. *swoon*

The talk on Transgendered Sexuality the following evening was also really good, a much more serious talk, and I got to express my experiences from dating a trans man years ago. I almost cried at some points during the talk, it was very emotionally moving. Afterwards a few of us went out with a few of the trans men who'd come to the talk. What a bunch of cuties! I slipped one my number because he seemed interested. Of course, it's ten days later and the bastard hasn't phoned, but whatever. We sang karaoke and drank beer and chatted up the cute men--all good. I got home REALLY late.

All in all, a good week of debauchery to celebrate my 32nd. Woo!

Talk to me over here! I wish I was a Starfucker!

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