Home > sundry > feeling quite contrary

feeling quite contrary

November 16, 2009 Leave a comment Go to comments

I should be ecstatic.

First of all, a few days prior, I booked a flight home for the winter holidays, with a weekend stop in Seattle on the return trip to visit with Max and see a few other friends I made on my first pass through the city.  And I very much look forward to that weekend.  It also means I’ll be able to attend one of Max’s workshops, which occurs a few days after New Year’s and just so happens to be one of my favorite topics: escape bondage.

Secondly, yesterday a group call Screwup held its monthly workshop at Wicked Grounds.  Screwup is advertised as “BDSM for trannies, genderqueers, and their friends,” and yesterday was the inception of the move to have their workshops at the café.  And because the focus of the workshop just happened to be rope bondage, and because the instructor just so happened to be Fivestar, I was eager to attend it.  The class itself was fun, and an older, rather attractive dyke sitting next to me kind of hit on me, but the highlight of that evening was unquestionably after the class had finished and most people had left.  Chatting with Fivestar, I expressed my disappointment in not getting tied up when we’d split into groups to practice.

She asked if I would like to be tied up, and I nodded enthusiastically.  After a few minutes of her untangling her rope and laying it out, I was getting a chest and hip harness put on me.  She put me in the same suspension tie seen in the photo of her in the SF Guardian.  Except with clothes on.

It was wildly exhilarating, being suspended in the café while, just a few feet away, the espresso machine ground out coffee, people sat on their laptops and sipped from ceramic mugs, and more customers stood in line waiting to order.

I never wanted to come down.

But half an hour later, I was out of the ropes and driving down Mission Street, Psychokitty at my side.  We stopped by the Kinky Salon to drop off coffee for their Saturday night party and as a late-night date (and this is item number three).  I’d agreed to go to the Salon before discovering all that much about it, but its title as a swinger’s sex club made me more than a little apprehensive.  Nonetheless, I’d told myself that I needed to get out more and beyond my comfort zone, so we went, arriving at the completely nondescript door and up the stairs to a dimly lit entrance room.

Despite the immediate dress code faux pas of my wearing jeans, which we addressed by my simply getting rid of them, I had an enjoyable time at the Salon and was treated to a wonderful Cabaret show to end the night.

And thus ended an incredible, packed Saturday.

And finally, I am eagerly awaiting my recently ordered spool of ~150 ft raw, 6mm hemp rope, as well as the family photo book I recently put together online as this year’s Christmas gift.

I should be ecstatic.

Yet…despite having so much to look forward to, and so much goodness that has happened in the past few days, why is it that all I want to do is curl up in a corner and cry?

Categories: sundry
  1. Dov
    November 16, 2009 at 5:48 am

    I know the feeling sometimes

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: