Playground Paddles


After a few nights of sleep in my own little bed I was ready to look back the Playground experience. It lived up to my expectations with the range of workshops, level of presenters and a sense of community. The merchant area was small – I’m so used to the sprawl of FanExpo I was expecting a greater range of products. What no dungeon mood lighting 🙂 !

My favourite overheard conversation was in the merchant room: two men comparing the various finishes for discipline paddles – how to find materials that were recyclable, ethically sourced, and that could stand up to repeated use. The paddles were quite beautiful & had a very nice hand feel but not my scene.

I did try to pace myself. No back-to-back sessions helped but two a day would have been enough because by the third one I wasn’t as focused. There was also always a sense that all the workshops were too short. Maybe fewer sessions but longer ones would be a good idea.

Kudos to organizer Samatha Frazer who curated the line up of presenters, and with volunteers kept the flow of events very smooth. I also have to sent a shout out to the tech team that looked after all the audio-visual  needs for each of the presenters – many of whom arrived with very different needs & equipment. Higher easel stands would have been helpful as some of them could only been seen if you sat in the front row.

Not clear if there’ll be a Playground next year but I’ll certainly go to the next one. More involving than FanExpo and nearly as much fun as Capturing Fire (with a similar constituency). Maybe next year I’ll by one of those darling paddles 🙂

 

 

My Playground posts:

First Day at the Playground https://wp.me/p1RtxU-2Ok

Playground 2 – The Mindful Kiss https://wp.me/p1RtxU-2Or

Accountability – Playground 3 https://wp.me/p1RtxU-2Oy

Lonely Song

there is this old song I love

it pops into my mind when I least expect it

when I have forgotten how much

I love love love it

it brings back memories

of drunk fumbling

late night undoing belt buckles

the smell of cock

freed from underwear

it simmers with

first fevered expectations

of a mouth on mine

kissing long and hard

sometimes a taste of blood

from kissing so hard

of our hands first feeling erections

 

I have that song on my iPod

sometimes playing twice in a row

as I remember too many things

the disco remix had a pull on my pulse

the stripped down version

done slightly off kilter by some

raspy voiced Polish singer

almost made me weep

the first time I heard

her version bare spare raw

the way I felt

after that drunken fumbling

bare spare raw spent and so alone

oh so alone

 

because in those days

I felt I was the only one

who really wanted another man

that the guys were doing me a favour

were doing it because they were drunk

real men weak for a moment

they never spoke of it after

never said how much fun was that

that they loved me

that they couldn’t wait to do it again

only sober this time

 

they disappeared with an aura of shame

of what had happened

when that disco version came out

I was able to dance loud and proud

on crowded sweaty dance floors

with hundreds of other men

with my hunger

with no need to apologize

then

I would leave spend raw

& not so alone

March 8, Thursday – Hot Damn! It’s A Queer Slam Slam: 8 pm Buddies In Bad Times Theatre Feature D’Scribe

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HotDamn! It’s A Queer Slam

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April 03 – every Tuesday

June 8-9 – Capturing Fire 2018 – Washington D.C. (flight & hotel already booked) capfireslam.org 
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