Category Louisville Munch
Last night was the January Saturday Munch, the first munch of 2013, the first month of our 16th year.
That alone still seems amazing.
Both Friday and Saturday munch were large ones, which is usually the case.
I think the reason is at least two-fold.
On one hand, I think people by January have gotten through the work parties and the family parties and all the holiday festivities.
Families are not always easy for kinky people. We often feel as though we don’t fit in, as though we’re aliens at the table, or at least I do, and I doubt I’m alone there.
We spend time trying to blend and when we can stop it’s a relief and we go back to being who we are with the people we want to be.
Secondly, I think it has a lot to do with resolutions.
I think for a lot of people, one of the resolutions they m...Read More
slave drew and I will be going to the Friday munch shortly. It’s at a Chinese buffet that’s actually quite good.
We’re doing a short Fringe Elements Board of Directors meeting afterwards.
We were originally scheduled to have one last night, too, but once I started looking at it, I realized that we had the Friday munch tonight, the Saturday munch tomorrow, a BoD meeting again next Tuesday to finalize plans for the event next Friday, then Thursday setup for the party, Friday night party, Saturday cleanup.
That means that out of the next 10 days, six of them will be taken up with kink events, and the Board meeting last night would have made it seven.
That seemed excessive, and since we all go to the Friday munch anyway, we’ll do a quick meeting, confirm the classes for the Taster’s Choice p...Read More
I bet you thought I’d forgotten this thread, huh?
Nah, I just got caught up with the holiday and the dining room renovation, and all that kind of distractions.
So, anyway, the first munch I ever went to was in Lexington, Kentucky. It would have been the summer, probably June or July, of 1997.
I don’t know that it was called a munch, I honestly don’t remember.
I had ended my previous relationship and now had the ability to do what I wanted and I wanted to find a community of some kind.
The munch was held at a horrible Ryan’s Steak House, and a couple named Denise and Jeff were running it at the time.
There weren’t a lot of people there, maybe 20 or so. I guess I knew a couple of people already from online...Read More
So, we had the Special Interest Group this afternoon. This is our sort of annual business meeting.
In November, we talk about potential changes for the next year and set our topics.
In December, we have a fun topic, but this time we’re going to do a Kinky Gift Exchange.
It’s a game you may well have played at an office party or family gathering. You bring a wrapped present, in this case something under $10. If there are 20 people there, you write the numbers one through 20 on pieces of paper, and each person chooses a number.
The person who draws number 1 picks a package and opens it. Person 2 then has a choice to take the item that Person 1 has, or open a different package.
If he takes one of the previously opened gifts, then the person whose gift has been “stolen,” can choose to ...Read More
So, I’ve been to two munches in two days. That’s a fair amount.
Friday’s munch was at a Chinese buffet, and there were quite a few people, 40 or more. The air conditioner had been off in the room so it was, I am told, quite hot, though I wasn’t uncomfortable. Heat rarely bothers me.
The buffet had crab legs, and I got some, cracked them, went and washed my hands, then cracked a few more, then went and washed my hands again. As I turned to leave the room, something caught my eye and I thought, “Why are there urin– Oh, my god…” No one had been in the bathroom, obviously, either time, for which I am grateful. I went in again one last time thinking, well, maybe they look just alike and I didn’t go into the wrong one the first time. It was clear I was wrong, however...Read More
It is quite late now, well after 1am, particularly late for someone who’s been getting up at 6am or so of late.
Another munch is history, a big one tonight, 85 people or so. Lots of new folks, and lots of old friends, which was nice to see.
Harold, who came to the very first munch, was there, and sat next to me.
aisha, one of my favorites, sat across from me.
Ambrosio, visiting from Texas sat across from me.
Alan was there, too, another face that we don’t see often these days.
There were lots of new folks, too, as there always are, and lots was said and done and I’m sure I’ll be more able to blog about it comprehensibly tomorrow, when I have had a bit more sleep.
For now, however, my pillow beckons and I don’t intend to keep it waiting much longer.
A good night to you all, and since this...Read More
It occurred to me that I have never posted the single piece of writing that has been used more than anything else I’ve ever done. I wrote it years ago, back in 2000, because I got so many people asking me about munches. Since then it’s been used in introductory packets all over the world, literally – I got a request from South Africa, years back, and if you do a Google search on it as ” What to Expect at a Munch,” the first 150 or so, at least, references are to this article.
What to Expect at a Munch
If you’ve never been to a munch before, the prospect can be very intimidating. What should you expect, how should you behave, how should you dress, what might happen, what might not? When you add that to a lifestyle that can seem terribly intimidating on its own, the terror mounts...Read More
Today was the Sunday munch, which was fun, followed by running out of gas on the scooter on the way home, which was less fun, but not a big deal.
We got the side bed we wanted to put in done today, and drew made me a small desk I needed.
We saw friends at the munch, talked to a new person or two, immediately decided whether or not I liked them – one yes, one no – and prepared for another week, basically.
Except now, it’s time for bed, so I’m going to leave with a poem, because it’s my blog and I can.
Sara Teasdale is my all-time favorite poet, and I have memorized her poetry for 40 years now. This has always been one of my favorites.
I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.
His feet w...Read More