I need to write things more often. I’ve been slacking lately.
There was some recent news regarding my liver. It scored a 16 on a test where anything above a 10 is a bad thing. But that’s been covered on my facebook, which this posts to, so most people who read this will already have read about that.
Category: Kink
Related to the Kink community, or kinky ideas.
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brief update
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Domlander 2015
Well, that was a fun night. I wrote a decent piece. It’s up over here, at Erotic Vancouver. And now I’m tired. Tomorrow, I’m going to wander Victoria for a bit. Maybe do some ingressing.
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Live Blog.
Well, I’m about to make another attempt to channel the spirit of Spider Jerusalem once again, and put together a live blog. A stream of my thoughts, coherent enough to be understood and interesting enough to be worth reading. If you’re curious what I’m up to tonight, it’ll be going up over on EroticVancouver.com.
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Predatory Behaviors discussion
Recently on Jezebel, there was an article about a Male Feminist being accused of rape. I brought the topic up with Reive, as something Erotic Vancouver should address. The biggest problem is, currently EV is a bit lacking in active female writers.
We recently added 2ndNature, though I think she’s still getting stuff sorted out. We were also adding Moon Dancer, though I’m unclear when she’s going to have the time to write, as she tends to have a busy life.
So, I approached a couple of other females from the kink community, for their opinions. We’ve got a few of them interested in a round table discussion on the topic. I think we’ll get a good discussion out of it. Mostly I’ll just be facilitating and taking notes, since I think our readers would prefer that we avoid mansplaining this issue.
The topic that I want to look is just predatory behavior in the community in general.
For me, the biggest flag about some male feminists, is the camouflage aspect of it. The article refers to it as Macktivism, a portmanteau of Macking and Activism, and it is described as a dating strategy. I see it as a predator trying to find ways to hide by disguising themselves something harmless. For various reasons, that really bothers me.
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Underground
Sitting in an underground parkade, outside something that can best be described as a rave. Reminds me of a similar parties ages ago. I’m trying to have some deep thoughts, but the surface tension seems pretty solid. Just skipping stones across the surface at this point.
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Hatchets
The other night, while reflecting on the past, I was reminded of my role as the hatchet man lurking in the shadows of the community. That’s a thought that requires some explanation. I don’t know that I can pinpoint when it started or how, but I do have an understanding of why it came about.
It is open to interpretation whether my compulsion to make decisions that are unprofitable but morally satisfying is a result of moral fibre or self hatred combined with an inferiority complex.
It’s also possible that I’m just addicted to the self satisfaction of taking the moral high ground, or at least playing at being a hero.
The fact that I’ve developed the assumption of that the fact that I’m an outcast and unwanted; and yet still around, means I’m basically untouchable. Nothing anyone can say about me can force me further from the people who know me. They’ve accepted my flaws and my baggage, for their own reasons. I don’t see that changing without activity on my part. Unless I change what I am, the bargain remains, and so I remain.
That frees me up to be honest, to say the words that others might decide to swallow. I can be bluntly honest, since it can’t damage my reputation.
And these elements key off each other, and other elements of my personality. I observe things that I could probably ignore, and I find it hard to keep myself from getting involved. From trying to make things better, because a part of me remembers the way things were for me, and how making things better would have meant so much, of when it did mean something to me.
In any case, I get told things or I see things, and the pieces get put together. I build a little diorama and flesh it out. The players all get dressed up in the appropriate hats.
And then I have a obligation, so I go try to do the right thing, look the fool, feel like the hero, and maybe accomplish something in the process. Though usually all that does is to create enough doubt that the conscience of the person actually resolves the damn issue.
Resolution is resolution, and results is results, so people tell you more stories and you try again. The process is cyclical and ephemeral, but it works well enough that people who want to believe in it will keep believing in it. That’s the way all faiths function.
Then again, sometimes I actually accomplish things through sheer blunt force; bashing my skull into the wall until I come out the other side.
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There will come a morning after…
I’m on the bus on the way back into the office. I’ve had an interesting weekend. Created more content than I’ve created in a long time. It can be found over on EroticVancouver. That’s the majority of the writing I did this weekend, though there’s another 50% again as many words that have been written and will be released on EV over the next couple weeks.
While I was at Taboo for most of the weekend, I did manage to get some work done. Delivered three modems that should go live sometime today. And sat in the dungeon programming an ATA during the show, so that the ported number would work properly.
After I finished playing Locker Tetris with the gear from the dungeon, I delivered the ATA, tweaked the router and tested it out. Then I headed over to the post Taboo defrag. It was nice. Managed to get the last piece of the live blog finished while sipping on homemade gin.
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The Calm before the Storm
Well, it’s Saturday morning, and I’m sitting on a couch, watching House with my Grandmother, who is currently cuddling my stuffed Cthulhu. We’ve been watching House for a few weeks now, since I had it on one night after work. Prior to that, I’d been watching it to decompress after work, and I’d gotten through five or so seasons. I think we’ve only got a season or two left.
In theory, I should head down to Taboo soon, but Gram isn’t feeling great, so I’m sticking around here for a bit. On Monday, she had some heart problems, and was hospitalized overnight. That was pretty stressful for me. Work was understanding about it, something I appreciate. I made the right decision not to pursue the other job opportunities.
Thursday, I headed down to Taboo to do setup. Well, first I picked up a couch from the Salvation Army store and delivered it, in order to recruit a volunteer to help me with Taboo. Then I hit the storage locker, loaded in the few pieces that Noir was bringing down to Taboo, drove down, and dropped off that gear. I stationed one of my volunteers there, and ran some other errands. And then I made it into the office, only an hour late, something I’d previously arranged.
I didn’t manage to get any Taboo preview writing done, which I had intended to do. I could have gone down to Taboo after work, but I decided to go home and spend time with Gram instead.
Last night, after work, I headed down to Taboo, and managed to get a decent amount of writing done. I did a few interviews with various people hanging out in the dungeon and planned out what I want to write over the next few days.
I’d like to get back to writing on my fiction projects, and maybe some other articles. However, I think I need more mental space to be able to get that done. Which means it’ll probably be a week or so before I manage to get much writing done.
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iCandy Thoughts
This is my attempt at a review of iCandy, a party that is thrown on Friday nights at Club 8×6, by ScottyHotty half of the [adjective not found] Plur Duo, with his partner, Markus|edge. The Plur parties have been some of the better events that I’ve attended. I’ve also enjoyed the energy on the dance floor at Noir when Markus has been up on the decks.
The events they throw have had a good energy, a good vibe, a good [word for a spiritual thing that is hard to put into words without sounding like a hippy] or something like that. I’m not sure how best to explain it, but I can recommend the event for someone who wants to explore their sexuality and boundaries more, in a low pressure and low judgement environment.
I’ve been to three or four parties at Club 8×6 at this point. The Mad Hatter party and both of the iCandy parties. I think there was one other, but I don’t recall.
For the most part, I’ve ended up in a comfortable corner, with the Neon Wand kit plugged in, doing electrical play demos and socializing with people. For who haven’t been educated on the various strange and wonderful toys out there, [here’s a crash course on the Violet Wands]. TL;DR, it’s a zappy fun electrical play toy.
[Right, sorry, digression. Back to praising Plur. They put together an interesting event. I have not experienced any of the other events at Club 8×6, so it’s a bit hard for me to distinguish the aspects of the event that are unique to the event from those that are part of the venue. ]
The best way to review iCandy is to give you the spiel I’d give to a friend who was curious about attending.
iCandy takes place in a great venue, just off Denman, right behind True Confections, that great little dessert place. Being downtown, parking absolutely sucks. Anyways, you go into this little room, pay your fee through the glass window, they give you a padlock with a key and buzz the door open. Down a set of stairs, you enter into a locker room. Find a locker without a padlock on it, change into what you find comfy and sexy, or whatever you’re ready to wear, lock up your phone and valuables, and go exploring.
The venue isn’t brightly lit, so it might take your eyes a bit to adjust. They’v set up a social area and a dance floor, and then across the ways, through a bit of a doorway, they’ve got a dungeon and a curtained off area. I’ve yet to explore past the curtained area, so I can’t talk about that. The dungeon area has plenty of equipment set up, with appropriate supervision. If it’s your first time, it might be a bit much for you. Then again, some people just want to leap in with both feet. One thing you’ll probably notice is that there are plenty of safety supplies around.
Back in the social area, you’ll find a pile of Pink and Green cards on the table, with some markers nearby. These are for writing out a brief introduction about yourself. What handle or name you go by, your orientation, and some of your interests. Then you attach that card to your outfit, and you’ve got an instant icebreaker. I’ve been told that the Pink cards are for if you’re mostly looking to observe and the Green cards are for if you’re looking to actively get involved in play.
You’ll find that the people are dressed in a variety of outfits and have a variety of body shapes and sizes. And the surprising part, nobody seems to have a problem with the body types they aren’t personally interested in. It’s a very body positive and sex positive night.
Those are the basics. Beyond that, I think you might need to experience it for yourself to understand it.
