Good morning everybody. I had meant to chicken with the cage here and update everybody as to the looking grass was progressing. But everything was happening so fast and it was all so emotional that I really didn't have time. So I'm up now, late. Feeding the horses. Woohoo they're pissed.
In a lot of ways yesterday turned out to be like so many events that I've actually put on in the past. The wind was so bad and the temperatures became so frigid that we basically moved everything inside. So our massively huge impressive tent went unused basically throughout the entire event. So for that I am laughing my ass off. It was an expensive piece of scenery.
We had one slip by one of our presenters. But it's a questionable slip so I'm still trying to figure out how to do this.
Besides that you couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. We ran out of signing liability forms. We printed out a bunch more and then ran out of those. So the last two people that got in got in on pinky swear. Pinky swear I believe is legally binding. And ultimately they never did burn down the house.
Here's the part that I never saw it coming. We're actually thinking about having it back at our place next year. It keeps our expenses way down. We can get an idea of what are growth ark is. We just have to move it date wise for when it is not freezing outside.
At this point we had had to keep the date because the hotels were already booked, the plane tickets were already bought, all of the advertisement had already been out there. So when we lost our venue our only thought was okay we need to continue to do this on that date cuz we have a hundred people coming. How do we make that work?
To say that the last 24 hours worth success is underscoring the point. It is nowhere near how I feel from that wild train right.
For me there were several points that made this successful
The first is we were surrounded by POC, alt sex, non-binary, a neurotypical, all body sizes.
We did a kink walk and a pet parade. Everybody got prizes. Everybody got screams. We have people coming from out of state as guests not as presenters.
My beloved cooked all day. My beloved made her African peanut stew both for meat eaters and vegans. Salads, rice both buttered and not, fruit, handmade lemonade with mint, stewed cabbage both vegetarian and not . The smells from the kitchen permeated the entire house.
We had a young person here. During the kink clock you can do anything you want. When she started to undress it was revealed she had had a double mastectomy. The crowd went apoplectic. The screams of joy and approval and lust for her performance werw... let me put it this way it was a lot not to break down in tears at that point to see that this crowd that we had brought together wood so deeply loved somebody and accept them.
I have a large scar across my forehead. Pretty much dominates my entire forehead. Is from a rape when I was eight. I don't think about that scar much. But when that young woman took off her shirt and gave the wildest most sultry burlesque performance I felt deeply connected to her and the risk that she was taking.
I'm sure I am speaking out of turn here. I am not honoring her journey as I know little of it. What I do know is that moment changed my life...
Has more thoughts, about the last 24 hours I'll share with you the good and the bad. I just needed to put out there that you guys at thecage you made this better for me. You talk to me off my wall. And the love and support that you have sent the last couple of months has really kept me going
