Kink First – My First Event
I’ve talked before about my first event, which was Black Rose 10, in November of 1997.
It was called Black Rose 10 because it was a party to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the Black Rose organization, out of Washington, D.C.
My submissive at the time was Bill, who lived outside Chicago and was some minor Republican elected official, one that sent him to Washington on a fairly regular basis.
Who knows, maybe he wasn’t so minor of an official. If I could only remember anything other than Bill, I might be able to find out, but then, I’d have to be particularly interested, too, and I’m not, so there’s that.
Anyway, Bill spent enough time in D.C. that he knew about BR and knew about the party, and wanted to go and wanted me to go with him.
I don’t know what I expected, or what I knew about events. I’d been to some local play parties, which I should talk about next, maybe, but anyway, I had some idea, I imagine, what was going to happen, what to expect, but only a vague idea.
So, we drove to D.C. Bill took me to some expensive and lovely seafood restaurant on the bay. I remember having some lovely lobster bisque, and craw fish, which Bill peeled for me.
It was the first time I’d been to D.C., so we did some of the things one does in D.C. I remember going to the Lincoln Memorial and being really awed by the size of it and the grandeur.
We went to the FDR memorial, of course, because there’s a statue of Fala there. It’s the only Presidential pet so honored. Fala, of course, was a Scottish Terrier, and we know that I think it’s appropriate that a Scottish Terrier should have that distinction.
What I remember most, though, was going to the Vietnam Memorial and walking down along the wall, seeing the names, the trinkets and tokens tucked into the wall or left on the path beside it, people taking pencil etchings of names.
Bill was about 15 years older than I, I think, meaning he both remembered Vietnam well and had lost friends in it. I remember he walked along the wall with me but didn’t really look at it, and he had tears on his face by the time we reached the end.
It was a gray, rainy day, and we walked over to the Vietnam Nurses Memorial, too, which was still fairly newly installed. The picture I took there is one of my favorites that I’ve taken.
So, anyway, that was the D.C. portion of our tour.
Then we went to Black Rose.
It was, I think, in a Ramada, though over the years the hotels blur.
I remember I went to all the classes I could, and they were, almost without exception, really good classes.
I went to Sarah Lash’s Flogging Class.
I went to a panel on Edge/Fear play, that had sitting on it Joseph Bean, a lawyer named, I think, Rose, and a couple other people.
I went to a class by a guy who went by Big Mark on online presence that I found so unpleasant I walked out, but I took a class of his later, I think at a later Black Rose, on caning that was very very good.
I remember watching the S&M Olympics, and a Pet Tricks contest.
In the Pet Contest, what I remember was seeing some very cute girl who was a puppy. She had her hair in what Beth always called “puppy ear” pigtails, and had a nose and some whiskers painted on her face.
I remember riding with her and her Owner on the elevator and she was totally in character, sniffing my feet and wagging her “tail” at me quite fetchingly.
There was, I think, some kind of agility contest and some obedience exercises, but then each pet – I think there were two or three – showed off their “special skill.”
Her skill was painting a self portrait, and it was so entertainingly done.
Her master gave her a paint brush, which she held in her mouth, and there was a palette on the ground. He had put a little beret on her, as well, and she had a mirror into which she could look.
She “painted” with the brush in her mouth, dipping it into the palette, cocking her head, really hamming it up in the most charming way possible. Finally, she was done and her master held up the finished work, an eight by ten photograph of the girl in her puppy persona, wearing a beret.
It was really adorable.
I saw the same girl later that night being suspended by Midori, in a sort of arabesque position, laughing and having a wonderful time.
There was a Bondage in a Bag contest, wherein each couple got a bag with the same random items, like 50 feet or rope, a 3″ wooden dowel, a set of chopsticks, a pair of shoelaces and a leather belt, all of which had to be used in a bondage rigging that the riggee could stand to remain in for a half hour or so.
There was a nipple clamp contest for who could take the most weight on, I assume, alligator clamps, the kind that tighten as you pull on them, and one for weight on balls. There was a clothespin contest for who could stand the most on their body.
I met some people there, or at the next three Black Roses that are still around. I met Joansie, I think, at one of the Black Roses, and just saw her in Chicago last month.
I met Mark, who wrote something I worked on editing, a piece I heard him read called, “Biker Nick.”
I met Greg, whom I have met perhaps a dozen times since, though each time he looks at me blankly and if there’s a reason to speak, he says it’s nice to meet me.
I met Frazier, who runs The Crucible public dungeon in D.C., and is an expert with a single tail. He at least took part in the S&M Olympics, maybe won.
I met Midori there, or at least saw her the first time, though I likely didn’t meet her, really, until a few years later. I certainly remember her, and I’ve had dinner with her in a group of people a few times, but we’re certainly no more than acquaintances.
I think I met Lolita Wolf there, too, or at least first ran into her there, another person with whom I have an acquaintance.
I met Goddess Lakshimi, and her slave, limey. limey was drew’s best man at our wedding, and Goddess did a reading there, too. Goddess dresses gorgeously always, and always wears jewelry.
I remember on our wedding day, she was wearing some dangling crystal earrings, which she took off and handed to me, saying, “You should be the only Goddess in the house today.”
I do remember walking into the dungeon the first time.
It was ENORMOUS.
They had taken over a parking garage, and my memory recalls that there were 113 pieces of equipment.
In retrospect, having arranged events myself now, that seems nearly impossible, but then, it was D.C., and it was a BIG event, something like a couple thousand people, I think.
I do have the program somewhere, I imagine, in a file cabinet in the basement, I should really look for it one of these days.
Anyway, I remember the first thing I saw was a person suspended via a LOT of fishhooks.
It’s one of the few times I have ever been shocked, honestly, at an event.
I have been surprised, been impressed, been sure something wasn’t for me, but I have rarely been shocked. I don’t think I can honestly remember another time, in fact.
But part of it is, I don’t like needles, they are something that squicks me and always has, though I am less squicked now than I used to be, but still.
And this was 15 years ago.
But I remember looking up and seeing this and thinking, “Oh. My. God. These people are *crazy!*
I am sure we played, because I like public play, and so did Bill, but I don’t remember that. I do know it was certainly the biggest space in which I had ever played and the most people, too.
I do remember hearing all the people around me and the music, I remember that being a very intoxicating kind of environment, and it was still very new to me. Events in general were still pretty new, though Black Rose 10 was not the first event ever, certainly.
I went to three more Black Rose events, 1998, 1999 and 2000, but none sense. I had an opportunity to present there six or seven years ago, and that’s one place that I would have liked to present at, particularly at that time, but we couldn’t work out the various details, and then Black Rose had some issues mostly with locations, and they took a hiatus and their weekends kind of swapped around and I lost track, really, of which years it was held and when, October or November?
Since then, I’ve been to close to 100 events, large and small, and organized some all on my own, but that was the first event, and it was, as my mother would have said, a doozy.
(Sorry for the weird photo spacing, one of these days I’ll actually bother to learn the software here…)