I love it when I am surprised.
I week or so ago I had a bit of glumness because a big event was looming, and though I was looking forward to a pending playdate, it is best, I find, not to place too many eggs in these baskets.
Life happens, things change, and often Conventions become so hectic that the best laid plans of mice and men often go wrong.
Though I have often wondered what the hell mice plan. Well, not Pinky and the Brain. Their plans are consistent. But other mice.
What the fuck ARE they planning?!
But I digress.
Over the weekend, things started coming together. And then I was asked to bottom to one demo, and then another demo…then invited to participate in a rope bondage performance, and now the weekend is looking pretty fucking awesome.
And I am, for a change, not bone-crampingly nervous about my own classes.
I am so honored to have connected with people who I respect, with whom the respect is mutual, and who I share common ideals in what BDSM can be.
Also, they are awesome.
As you can see, even after yesterday’s cranky ass rant, I have plenty of people who are more than happy to put the Happy Hurting on my fat black ass.
Ms. Sarah Sloane with me using me as a pincushion for her piercing class.
As yo can see from the flyer I’ll be doing…er…something for the Rope Performance.
Then I am going to be abused in some manner by Graydancer for his…what class is it, man? Hah. I’m not sure. Surprises are wunnerful, ain’t they?
Then I have my classes, and classes Id like to attend myself…yes. I am pretty happy about my prospects over the next week or so.
Add to that I am also catching up with some very dear friends I’ve not seen in a long, long while and I am feeling at peace in this moment.
May I have the love in me to enjoy this peace as it holds me, and the grace in me to pass so that the next moment has room to breathe.