My spring break was amaaazing. Now, I’m back in town, and I feel like if I don’t have Adventure! and Hot Kinky Sex! at least once this week, I might just explode.
My scheduling mojo last week was spot-on. I got bloggers and sex workers Kitty and Kink in Exile to come out for dim sum — simultaneously. I shamelessly piggybacked on Lochai and Janice’s invite to dinner with the inestimable Kumi, where I met Jiz Lee (oh the hot!), Syd Blakovich, Zille Defeu, Malcolm, and many others whose names and URLs escape me. Cherry Torn invited me into her colorful apartment, where after literally years of stalking following her online, we had a heart-warming bitchfest about the bondage producers we’d both worked for.
At Bondage a Go Go for the first time with Mister Torn and company, I met Miss Maggie Mayhem (the model, not the pug!). I bumped into Maitresse Madeleine and Kristine after a live shoot that, despite my exhaustion, I failed to sleep through: my dorm window at the Armory was right above the smokers’ courtyard. On my way to IMsL on Saturday I was zipped into my latex top by a now-blonde Ariel X, as Annie Cruz and Isis Love got made up for their Device Bondage shoot.
Phew.
Somewhere in there I drove north with friends to a Burner event where I spun poi between the fire sculptures, leaving my one pair of jeans covered in soot and smelling of kerosene. And I went hiking in the redwoods (in the rain — those sneakers will never be the same) and rowing out in the Bay. I had two lovely dates with my San Francisco boy (did you know that quail is the chicken equivalent of sardines? You eat the pieces whole, bones and all!). And at one point, having imbibed an amount of alcohol that might have proved unwise in my pre-stripping days, I found myself naked, collared and drinking piss out of a dog bowl on a new acquaintance’s bathroom floor. Lochai, opportunist that he is, was sure to duplicate this the next morning for my four-girl shoot on Pissing.com. Don’t ever trust that man with your secrets.
I needed another week. I didn’t go thrift shopping in the Mission or to Good Vibes to replace my Pocket Rocket. I didn’t restock my science fiction at Borderlands or go climbing at the gym on Harrison. I didn’t have enough sex, damn it! (Never mind that by the time I left, I was sore enough that sex would have been creative by necessity.)
Anyone want to throw a KinkForAll in San Francisco? I would totally come out for it.
