Par-tay (with the Sex Bloggers)

Wow. The NY Sex Blogger Calendar party was packed! (Have you gotten your calendar yet? I got mine!) I got to meet a load of people – probably too many to list. I’ve given shout outs to many on twitter. I know I forgot a few people, and I apologize. I hate to leave anyone out! Diva and Tess did a fabulous job putting this party together. I’m happy to say I helped out a bit with raffle tickets and the raffle table. However, I didn’t win a single thing in the raffle. *sigh* There was a lot of stuff I’d wanted too (Njoy Eleven, For Your Nymphomation Rolling Toy Trunk, Lelo Gigi – I will keep praying to the gods of sex toys for these things). Hopefully a lot of money was raised for Sex Work Awareness. I have to remind myself that my raffle tickets were purchased to support a good cause.

It was really neat to know so many people this year – I didn’t know nearly as many last year when I went to the party. It’s much more fun when you know people, and a few people introduced themselves to me after seeing my name tag and my “I’m a librarian, bitch!” button. There were plenty of friendly people I chatted briefly with who I didn’t know (and didn’t know me). I ran into two people (just two!) who I’ve had sex with – one man and one woman. I suppose since MasterDoc was there that makes it three people I’ve slept with who attended the party. You’d think in a room full of sluts I’d have had more!

I looked great if I do say so myself. I wore a black dress that’s draped in the front (so that my breasts really stand out) and I put the leather bondage waist cincher I bought at Floating World over it. Rowr. Much more comfortable than I thought it might be. I was smart and wore flats. My new heels would have looked wonderful, but knowing how I felt about them the weekend before, I would have been miserable in those things. I went for cleavage not only because it’s an asset I like to play up, but also because I knew there would be lots of other cleavage to compete with. My one sartorial complaint? Fishnet stockings turn into toe bondage in short order. My poor toes were tangled all night.

The only minor blip was that I saw the douchenozzle who sexually assaulted me in 2005. It was the first time since the assault that I’ve seen him and I feared for years how I would react. But you know, I didn’t feel much of anything. Perhaps some glee that the bastard has lost A LOT of hair (particularly obvious when seen from above in the loft area, I mean, the man is balding.). But the feared reactions:  either anxiety, depression, fear or unbridled rage that propels me to strangle the dickhead did not happen. Hallelujah! It’s like a big bugaboo in my anxiety closet has been eliminated. It’s been another step in healing and moving on. Anyway, in honor of my wonderfully neutral reaction to seeing him, here’s the (humorous) song I thought of when I spotted him. (It’s the title that’s most apropos.)

MasterDoc was there with me and despite both of us not being fond of crowds we had a decent time. (It helped that mid-party we left and got food at the dumpling place down the block.) Unfortunately I left without saying good bye to people. But my blogger pals, please know I was thrilled to meet you! I got to have Butchtastic Kyle‘s face smooshed into my boobs, and great hugs from Roxy, Bad Bad Girl, Dangerous Lilly. Roxy and Kyle were all over each other as you would expect. Mina Meow looked fab in a tux with corset early in the evening and a dress later. Her girlfriend A Secret Freak was there as well. (Writing this up makes me realize how out of date my blog roll is compared to the blogs in my reader. I will fix this soon.) I only wish that every sex blogger I know could have been there for me to meet.

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As an aside, MasterDoc asked me not to post the bits I put into the Wishing Box. He pointed out that that might be construed as topping from the bottom if expectations are put on what I put in there. It’s ongoing that I will put ideas in the box, and as the Dom he will decide when, where and if we do them. (And to be honest, I’m happy with it being that way.)

This afternoon when I woke up from my nap he got me. As I walked into the living room he picked up the box and said, “Let’s pick one from the box. Let’s see, what did we get? Oh yes, ‘please use the Vienna sausages.’”

Doh! He’s a sadistic man. He rigged the box, as I definitely did NOT put that in there. We laughed pretty hard. The chicken Vienna sausages sit on the living room table as a threat, but for now, he’s not done anything with them. (And I’m too well behaved a sub to hide them.)