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I should point out that despite the interesting new insight in how I deal with different types of pain, this was in no way a bad weekend.

It isn’ t even as if that ruined the scene. It was delicious up until then. And these things happen, something doesn’t work and snaps a headspace and then you take a breather and do something else. And after that there was a more restrictive tie, and some more knives which were fine since I had been… reset by then. 

 And the weekend included getting to cane someone (and it is always flattering for a masochist to tell you that you have more of a mean streak than she expected) and having someone give me a blowjob with my knife at her throat. (Which is more logistically difficult than one might expect, but still better than the cake I baked.)

 And, interestingly enough, of all the bites I received, the one that remains most noted by my body, and provokes a small smile of endorphin-fueled grinning whenever it gets bumped by something in my pocket, is the one I have on my thigh. Thus the one that "broke" me lingers the most sweetly.

All in all, I am not TOO torn up I missed the Flea (although there are reasons I am disappointed).

After some internal debate, I decided that I really can’t justify the Flea (shuttling back and forth because I have nowhere to stay pretty much still puts it beyond my monetary means right now). I feel a bit bad about missing the fashion show, but I could always try to talk some of the models into giving me a private show.

 I hate being indecisive. I had mostly given up on getting to the Fetish Fair Fleamarket. However, now it turns out Andrea is going, and she’s made a convincing argument on the workshops being rather full of awesome. Since I have been hoping to learn new things, that is particularly tempting, as there are also classes on things I have been wanting to wrap my brain around better. It also turns out to be less expensive than I thought (although there is still no way I could afford a hotel room), and I have friends in the fashion show.

On the other side of the coin, besides the whole "I am broke and probably should be nowhere near where I can be tempted by the shiny", is the possibility of playtime with Rona and possibly Eileen this weekend instead. That is a very compelling argument for the other side.

 *sigh*

I already tried posting this once and it failed. I guess I still need to learn this system a bit.

Let’s try again.

 I haven’t been to Black Rose since 1998. Since I’ve been hoping this year to explore kink outside of intimate relationships a bit more, when Rona suggested splitting a room, I decided it was worth a shot.  I am very happy I went, I had a wonderful time.

I got pierced and learned how to pierce (the marks faded quickly though) and found out that while violet wands feel lovely, my skin simply hates them and reacts *very* poorly, which is unfortunate. I did play in public, which is a rarity for me. (Luckily I didn’t notice when the shiny woman hit the table I was being pierced on with her single tail, or I might not have been all too happy with future public play.)

 Despite my intent to not buy anything I picked up a lovely orange transluscent acrylic cane. I got it 20% off from the woman who sold me my first wartenberg wheel this summer (so I was predisposed to listen to her try and sell me something - it is possible her friend with the awesome paw gloves petting me on the head helped). My new cane gets fine reviews from Rona,  with whom I had a lovely scene. I didn’t get to play with L___ (one of the lovely people I met), nor with Calico (although given the length of her dance card at the event, that’s hardly surprising). I managed to make one workshop, but sadly the others I wanted to try were opposite my volunteer shift.

 There was the cutest puppy in the dungeon, and it really made me want to have a pet (or be one) from time to time. There was also the stroke of brilliance that was the chill room (the Oasis) having stalls for ponies!! (because ponies need to relax, too).

  Some random thoughts on the good and bad of the weekend:

 + Meeting lots of wonderful new people, some of which probably have an online presence that I don’t know about.
 + Smart, interesting conversation with said people and also people I already knew were smart and interesting but got more evidence of, such as the fabulous maymay and Eileen.
 - Not getting to see more people I know in the DC area.
+ Getting to be a piercing practice model for an impromptu tutorial/technique exchange between two delightfully hot women.
+ Getting to pierce one of them.
++ Getting pierced by the other.
+ Playing with Rona
+ My awesome new orange transluscent acrylic cane.
- Leaving said cane and my bag with all my toys in NYC.
+ The bag is in safe hands and will eventually find its way back to me.
- Not making the classes on rough body play or knife play.
+ Making it to the class on cathartic play/edge play.
+ Possibly finding someone to go to parties with here in town.
+ The button-pushing pokey sensation after being pierced.
- How quickly that fades.
+ An email from the woman who did the public piercing scene with me including the line, "Now I want to see you bite your lip again."
- Her departing the continent soon.
- Weather on the ride back.
- Rona being too sleepy for live in your face Scrabble.
- My sleep schedule being more messed up than usual.
- Never did get a chance to play with rope.

I’m not going to count them, but trust me that the magnitude of the pluses far outweighs the minuses.