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isaacsapphireSo I want to Kink for All New York 2 today/yesterday (I'm going to make up a word for being prejudiced against nocturnal people. The language is full of things like "today" that support and perpetuate diurnal superiority and it's just not right.) and it was AWESOME. A bunch of people went to some bar afterward; it seemed like they'd gotten a room arranged ahead of time. The Art Bar, I think it was. Nice room, poofy couches, good for talking. I wanted to "touch base", as my Mom calls it, with Maymay as he'd said he was interested in my presentation and then he wasn't able to attend so I kinda stayed behind, but he and somebody else who's name I can't remember made sure I actually found the place, which was crazy nice of them.
(Note: I do not have no sense of direction, I have an anti-sense of direction, despite the fact that I love maps. If I were making an RPG sheet for myself I'd try and convince the GM that anti-sense of direction was a fault.)
The trip wasn't quite the info dump I'd hoped for, but I'm beginning to suspect that I don't actually need an info dump, or at least not a complete, total, for idiots level one. (Because it seems like I can "transfer some credits in" in knowledge anyway from my equestrian and marital arts activities. Yay horsecrazy little girls I guess.
Instead, it was the best social experience I've had in a very long time. Definitely since the end of the school year. Possibly ever. First impressions have been misleading before, but this feels very me, maybe even like home. I felt safe, physically (the whole time I was in the city actually) and emotionally.
I COULD BE HONEST. And they called me Adrian, which felt way better than I'd ever thought a general use name could ever feel (as opposed to a pet name between lovers or specific friends "He can call me Squeeky and I'll feel all warm and fuzzy, but you try it and I'll break your face." kind of thing.)
The only bad moment of the day for me emotionally was when everyone first got there and was setting up chairs, the venue had the same collapsible chair system that my old church had used. Just that little tiny reminder (and the sudden realization that "normal" people don't have experience doing this, unlike any evangelical child, particularly male, who will usually have been setting up and taking down at least once a week since they could lift a single chair.) and all the fear and anger get tapped from that era as well. But that got tucked aside pretty fast. I decided to focus on the fact that I was already familiar with the equipment, and so better able to help out, rather than why.
Oh, and I'm still divided over weather this weekend, spent going to Kink for All New York 2, or last weekend, spent at Conneticon (anime convention) was geekier. Or kinkier, for that matter. The cosplayers definitely *looked* kinkier and the volume of collars and cuffs offered to go with your kitty ears is suspicious. I think I may have stumbled upon the secret geek mating rituals. [/humor]
And yes, the title is actually a reference to a Big & Rich song. They're about the only thing I took with me out of my country phase.
(Note: I do not have no sense of direction, I have an anti-sense of direction, despite the fact that I love maps. If I were making an RPG sheet for myself I'd try and convince the GM that anti-sense of direction was a fault.)
The trip wasn't quite the info dump I'd hoped for, but I'm beginning to suspect that I don't actually need an info dump, or at least not a complete, total, for idiots level one. (Because it seems like I can "transfer some credits in" in knowledge anyway from my equestrian and marital arts activities. Yay horsecrazy little girls I guess.
Instead, it was the best social experience I've had in a very long time. Definitely since the end of the school year. Possibly ever. First impressions have been misleading before, but this feels very me, maybe even like home. I felt safe, physically (the whole time I was in the city actually) and emotionally.
I COULD BE HONEST. And they called me Adrian, which felt way better than I'd ever thought a general use name could ever feel (as opposed to a pet name between lovers or specific friends "He can call me Squeeky and I'll feel all warm and fuzzy, but you try it and I'll break your face." kind of thing.)
The only bad moment of the day for me emotionally was when everyone first got there and was setting up chairs, the venue had the same collapsible chair system that my old church had used. Just that little tiny reminder (and the sudden realization that "normal" people don't have experience doing this, unlike any evangelical child, particularly male, who will usually have been setting up and taking down at least once a week since they could lift a single chair.) and all the fear and anger get tapped from that era as well. But that got tucked aside pretty fast. I decided to focus on the fact that I was already familiar with the equipment, and so better able to help out, rather than why.
Oh, and I'm still divided over weather this weekend, spent going to Kink for All New York 2, or last weekend, spent at Conneticon (anime convention) was geekier. Or kinkier, for that matter. The cosplayers definitely *looked* kinkier and the volume of collars and cuffs offered to go with your kitty ears is suspicious. I think I may have stumbled upon the secret geek mating rituals. [/humor]
And yes, the title is actually a reference to a Big & Rich song. They're about the only thing I took with me out of my country phase.
