Arisia, part 1
January 22nd,I spent bits of last weekend at a sex party. I also spent bits of it at Arisia seeing friends. This would’ve been enough of a stretch, but then I spent other bits of it in the hospital seeing a terminally ill relative. My general sense of the weekend was one of frustration: that I had to sleep, that I wasn’t getting enough of anything, and that I was greedy for wanting everything when my relative was dying.
I was scared I’d use the sex party as escapism, and so I was reluctant to play, especially by the end of the weekend. Thankfully I didn’t. On the other hand, the drinks I just went out for… 
This party was my very first sex party two years ago, and it’s still one of my favorites. Not only is there hot BDSM play and lots of sex, in a way that coexist comfortably, but the people are just fabulous. Bright and creative and wonderful, people I forget to proposition because I’m having too much fun talking with them. Too often I think I cultivate friends with whom I share little but sexual interests.
This weekend I found I’m still quite shy. When it comes to public sex and play I’m increasingly unselfconscious, but asking someone for it? Hooboy.
I decided it’s tacky to pursue one’s ex’s friends. My reluctant sex party rule was, if you have to ask, you shouldn’t go there. Even if you really, really like their boots.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can watch my friend (of Kink In Exile) bottom without wanting to drag the man in question off and shoot him. Possibly that point is when I watch her top May and realize I’m restraining my protective impulse toward him.
I owe so many thanks to Cos for shuttling me between parties, to his girlfriends for tolerating me, and to my ride home on Monday morning. And most of all to the hosts of the party, who deserve more thanks than I can give here!
More later. Unfortunately it’s hidden behind my backlog of posts on “important” topics, and when it comes to blogging, the perfect is the enemy of the good.
January 23rd, at 12:16 am
Sounds like an adventure
January 23rd, at 5:49 pm
I’m the same way when it comes to seeing anyone get a beating.
While I love the act myself, I can’t stand seeing someone else in pain.
The few times I’ve seen someone else on the receiving end of pain have been both erotic and difficult to see.
Yes, I know they love it just as much as I do but maybe I’m too empathetic or too much of a pacifist…..or jealous:)
January 23rd, at 11:32 pm
I used to have more trouble with other people’s kinks, but truth is, hypocrisy’s not a good look for me.
January 24th, at 1:10 am
when it comes to blogging, the perfect is the enemy of the good.
Yeah. I am learning that.
I used to have more trouble with other people’s kinks, but truth is, hypocrisy’s not a good look for me.
There are still lots of people’s kinks I have issues with. Either hyprocrisy is a good look for me, or I just have little fashion sense. *smile*
Still sad I didn’t get to see you this weekend, btw.
January 28th, at 10:58 am
Just FYI: don’t forget that some of your ex’s friends are also YOUR friends now as well.
January 28th, at 1:36 pm
And for that I am very grateful!