Today, I spent the afternoon remembering my entry into the public community of Kink. It is strange to look back on this blog, over ten years in the making, and think about drawing things from early on. To remember things so vividly, and wonder if I even wrote about those things. I started this blog about a year after I became part of my city’s community. There are things that happened in that year that I wrote about later, but much of my early floundering is absent. Possibly, thankfully so. But to remember early scenes and experiences, and wonder how do I get that across in pictures?
Within a month of entering the community, I was regularly attending a munch, playing in a new friend’s basement, and dating lover. Within three, I was being introduced to crew and learning to be a service top, just over six months and I was working my first goth/kink club. I often say I grew up on stage, but it started in basements with friends.
It was the crew that colored my kink views, however, more than anything. My views of flogging, rope, violet wands, fire, and even aftercare. We did 10-15 minute intro scenes with (often drunk) volunteers on crew, and then tossed them back to their partners for whatever aftercare or sexy times they needed. I learned quickly to bounce between scenes, to bounce back quickly if a bottom. Lover did teach me about longer scenes and sex as aftercare, and I appreciate all that he taught me, not the least of which was about myself. I am very lucky to have grown up in such an education and opportunity rich community as I have.
Even now, when things drive me crazy. When drama swirls. When I’m tired and cranky with responsibilities and volunteers. I know I am lucky for all that I have in this community.
