My little trio attended our first bdsm “munch” last night. Overall we survived, and although there were a few issues (mainly some unwanted attention from other dominants, especially towards emmie) we did meet a couple of people whom we got along with well enough to immediately ask to coffee after the munch.
BDSM creates strange munch-fellows, if not bedfellows. Trying to imagine any other special interest group that would attract such a wide variation in attendee to a group function is difficult. People were friendly enough, although that doesn’t necessarily give them license to tell such bad jokes … mitda and emmie met a couple of people they knew off the boards (collarme.com and slaveregister.com) and received a decently warm welcome. I had initially scoped the rather small, overcrowded and overheated room for seating arrangements and settled on sharing a picnic table type affair with a couple that looked friendly enough, indeed the male of the couple strongly reminded me of an old friend in Toronto, which probably made me feel more comfortable asking to share their space.
After the announcements and information disseminated about the upcoming birthday bash for the group at the local airport Hilton (the real reason we were there), we decided the room was too stifling to stay in and headed to a coffee shop we know well, bringing along the couple we had initially sat with, since we had already started to have some interesting conversation and they seemed like a sweet pair. We hadn’t really figured out their relationship, indeed we still haven’t, since none of us had the sense to just ask we’re left wondering as to who does what in the pair. He is very obviously a submissive, and mentioned being owned and that he had recently lost his collar after taking it off at a friend’s place (why the rest of you owners don’t purchase locking collars and lock them to your subs necks I will never understand – losing a collar is crushing to a submissive from what I have seen). She was enigmatic however, showing domme traits but nothing really telling, and somehow we all felt it unlikely that she had been the one to whom he was collared. Late in the evening E met us at the coffee house with the idea of going to a goth club with us, but we begged off as emmie and mitda were exhausted, and E ended up going on to the club by himself. At least he had a good time apparently.
Which brings us to the polyamorous ice cream. Today there was an ice cream social way on the other end of the city for the poly group in the city, and we went in good faith, E, emmie, myself and emmie’s two sons. The ice cream was good, but the group of people in the poly group seemed incestuous and cliquey, most unlike the BDSM group, and they were far fewer in number. A couple of them finally did say more than two words to us, but this only came after we gave them some relief from the tension of having to talk to people they hadn’t fucked by announcing that we were heading out. mitda, fortunately for her, had stayed home, but unfortunately for her the reason was cramps due to her encroaching period. She has just recently gone on hormones supposed to cause her to get her period every 3 months or so rather than monthly but apparently they only have had sufficient effect so far to delay her current period by a week.
All in all an ok weekend. I actually spent a great deal of the intervening time either working on my RS/6000 server, or playing with emmie and mitda. And the private time was far better spent, in my estimation, than the public.
Mitdasein
