Sexuality Happens

Saturday was my first full day at Thunder in the Mountains…after a late night, Sasha and I were not excited about getting up early, but with a bagel in my belly, I was ready for my first class of the day; the $10 dungeon with John Pendal. First of all, British accents make anyone sexy. Second of all, he was completely accessible, funny, smart, witty, and a great teacher. I took notes, and have all these brilliant ideas of pervertables that I hope to try and use at some point. Granted, I don’t see any need for me to be making ice sounds out of straws from Sonic, but definitely some other fun, cheap and interesting ideas.

Then I took Felice Shay’s vaginal fisting class. OH MY GOD. Felice is really awesome; she and her partner put on the Spam and Submit parties (you can read about my experience at Submit here) in NYC, and she’s also a rocking sex educator. I was so glad to get to take ANY class from her, and the fact that it was one on vaginal fisting was just the icing on the cake. It was phenomenal; she’s a very amusing, educated and engaging educator, and I could definitely see some techniques we talked about in grad school coming into play. But the best part? The live demo. First a finger…then two. Up to 3, and then 4. And eventually a fist. And then eventually 8 fingers. And at one point, punch fucking. However, it was definitely a caring scene, and I really appreciated that side of it as well. I wound up having a really good (albeit text) conversation with L about why I thought fisting was such a wonderful experience to have (at least giving it), that involved trust, caring, relaxation, communication, and more.

After saying hello to our Self Serve friends, and after I bought a black, twisted granite dildo, Sasha and I headed to lunch. Post lunch, we decided a nap was in over. It meant missing a few classes, but at least we’d be up for the play party.

At 7pm, we headed over to the talent show. Graydancer and his lovely partner did a beautiful rope and dance demonstration, Felice fisted a watermelon during a piece that involve some hardcore social commentary, and drag queens with beards hosted the whole shebang. After that, Sasha and I took a moment to reorganize my giant ass toy bag, and headed back to the play party.

As I had no one to play with, and no prospects, I decided to give the sling a try on my own, having never been in one. Let me just say something; I am really really really into the sensation of swinging/flying through the air while getting off. However, I needed a little more, and migrated (with Sasha’s help) to a medical table that was close enough to the wall to plug in the Hitachi (yeah, I brought it. can you blame me?). The only problem was that the table was slanted to much that my unicorn horn dildo (yeah, went there too) kept slipping out of my vagina. My solution? Hang upside down on the table, so that gravity would keep the dildo in. At one point, I opened my eyes, and there were about 10 women staring at me from the entrance to the women’s only space. It was kind of amusing.

Once I’d finished, I put my stuff away, and jointed up with Sasha. We chatted with our Soft Serve friends, and then, after another couple of rounds around the space, I pointed out two hot couples (a transguy and femme, and a guy in a asianic dress and high heel boots with an adorable blonde), and we decided to perch near them, in hopes of maybe meeting them. As soon as I sat down, the gentleman stepped over, and sat down for an interesting conversation. His lovely partner came over two, and by then, Sasha was back, and the 4 of us had some great conversation about queer identity, activism, policy, orientation, identity, etc. And then she mentioned that she’d like to be up someone a bit. After the second mention, I though it would only be polite if I offered her somewhere to target. I (still crippled) straddled the chair, and she put me through the paces with the synthetic broom (and maybe cane one or twice?), my new flogger, her Florentine floggers, my Wartenberg wheel, and maybe a few other items (including her mouth for bite marks). Somewhere in the middle of this, Sasha decided to play with the guy (who was super polite by the way…re-wrapped my ankle for me, helped me out and back into my corset, etc, and didn’t make me feel icky or creeped out at all). She straddled her chair, and faced me, both of us playing. It was quite fun.

At a certain point, she decided to call it quits, even though I could have gone farther, which is definitely the sign of a good top — I had pointed out earlier that I was still on percocet for my ankle, and was worried that I might be more ok with certain things than I really was. So we just played fairly lightly (enough for a few bruises), and then she brought me a glass of water, and the four of us talked a bit more. It was the first time I’ve really played without sex being a part of it, which was very different, and very interesting.

After they decided to head out to go to sleep, Sasha and I wandered a bit more, and then I headed back toward the cute trans guy that I had my eye on all weekend. I wound up sitting down next to his partner, chatting her up, and wound up with a conversation on fisting. Hottness walked over (he was flagging red on the left, let me point out), and we got to talking. I gave him my number. I was super feisty, and gave a total of 4 people my cards over the weekend — the soft serve duo, this guy, the woman that had flogged me, and this woman who had come over.

You see, when I realized I didn’t have an play prospects, I put up a sticky in the Women’s Only area, ala the Submit party. It said “Queer Femme Bottom looking to play. – The Femme with the polka dot crutches.” No one approached me until about 15 minutes before the end of the night, but she was a slightly older woman, a Femme, flagging safe s/m top, and I gave her my card. She has emailed me, and I’m going to go to a queer kinky women and trans meeting next week. I don’t know if she’s my type (nor I hers, as we’re both Femmes, and she’s never played Femme/Femme, and I’m not usually so much into that), but she’s also a sex educator, and knows of an awesome women owned tattoo shop, and at the very least, I’ve found someone to show me some of the ropes (haha, no pun intended) out here.

Then we headed back to our hotel room. Sasha was still a bit wired, so we watched some really random movie with Sandra Bullock and Wesley Snipes that was something like 1984, but weirder. And we finally gave up, and headed to bed, excited for classes in the morning.

One more post, on it’s way…

-Essin’ Em