OMG! It’s next week! [Okay, last week – whatever.]
This year (next week!!) I’ll be at the Oasis Party, the Las Vegas Labor Day spanking party reborn. For the first time in a couple of years, I also have sustained interest and thoughts about spanking in the front of my mind, so much so I’ve even, well almost1I say “almost” because I haven’t actually *finished* anything yet. , started writing stories again. [Edit: Thanks to a discussion with Marie, I found and (sort of) finished an old story, begun back in the newsgroup days and finally posted here the other day as “Hot Wax”.]
The Oasis party started a few years ago, but this will be the first time I’ve gone to any scene party since the last Shadow Lane Party held Labor Day Weekend in 2019, the last one before the way-too-soon deaths of Tony Elka and John. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to the Suncoast, knowing I would be unconsciously looking for the people who wouldn’t be there.
[I wrote the above two weeks ago. Thinking about lost friends stopped my writing cold.]
Jumping forward in time. Learning how to use Telegram… yes, am old.
[Written Friday, August 30]
So it’s Friday, and I’m here. It’s wonderful — seeing old friends and making new ones. Oasis is something new, for me. There’s a new generation and I really like them, like the assumption of open acceptance, the mixers, the energy. COVID intrudes, of course, but it’s been a lot of fun. Highlights so far:
Friday
- Seeing friends I haven’t seen since before the pandemic… and making new friends too.
- Eating at Blueberry Cafe at 2AM after flying in on the last flight Wednesday night
- Going to a POC (People of Color) brunch this morning where I met the delightful Al Doyle (among others) and won an amazing door prize made by Bad Kitty Care.
- Getting to have coffee and meals with people I care about.
- Listening to a lecture about implements by Strict Dave.
- British Detention2then, of course, punished at home… with Stephen Lewis (more on that later)
- Peeked into the vendors’ fair (there were too many people) and saw many kewl things for sale, especially super clever cards.
Saturday:
- Did something completely new: I attended the Boys and Bois suite party. What was new?
- Topping in a public space
- Topping men
- Getting direction on topping from a lovely pro-switch named Alaska Rae from .3Whose paddle I ended up somehow stealing. Eeek!
- Got to hang out (too briefly) with a *perfectly* uniformed Paul.4His attention to uniform detail puts mine to shame.
- Briefly hung out at the Dinner Dance in the most princess dress I’ve ever worn.5Not a bad way to celebrate 57. And 57 is a cool age to be when in your head you’re still roughly twelve.
- ….but, at bedtime, I made the horrifying discovery that my beloved Bryson bear had gone missing again.6This, combined with being unable to get needed medication from the Vegas pharmacy where my doctor sent it, cast a shadow over the rest of the party. Emotional regulation and rejection sensitivity off meds and combined with “top drop” is no joke.
Sunday:
- Continued search for Bryson. 🙁
- Hung out with friends.
- Watched Jesus Christ Superstar with a super fan, Marie, and Paul, while under the influence of gummy edibles. We were… amusing.
Monday:
- Made fliers offering a reward for Bryson’s return — though no one from the hotel would take them.
- Said good-bye to friends.
- Had an impressive emotional breakdown lasting well into Tuesday when I (finally) was able to get my meds. 🙁
- 1I say “almost” because I haven’t actually *finished* anything yet.
- 2then, of course, punished at home…
- 3Whose paddle I ended up somehow stealing. Eeek!
- 4His attention to uniform detail puts mine to shame.
- 5Not a bad way to celebrate 57. And 57 is a cool age to be when in your head you’re still roughly twelve.
- 6This, combined with being unable to get needed medication from the Vegas pharmacy where my doctor sent it, cast a shadow over the rest of the party. Emotional regulation and rejection sensitivity off meds and combined with “top drop” is no joke.