shatterstripes

Just some random memories.

Out to dinner - Buccia di Beppo's with Kin and Rik and Torque and Indi. Garlic nuggets, o, delight. Kin decided that maybe she can live with my limited food tastes after all when I had a garlicgasm. My face was painted with a black mask that night and I was being a pretty raccoon toy. When I was ordered to tease Rik, I went right to the edge of acceptable behavior; I was sucking lasciviously on his fingers when a manager-type cane over and pointed out that this was a family restraunt, and there were kids at the next table. I apologized and was mostly good.

On the way to that meal, assorted native passers-by expressed their delight in my slinky raccoony sexy self. Yay ego boosts about my body!

I couldn't find anyone in the dealer's room, in the brief time I had to drift through it. The double-room layout made navigation hard. I actually got people pointed out to me and still couldn't see them for a moment.

A lot of what I did in sketchbooks was just nonsense. Surreal. But that's the best kind. I don't know if people were expecting more meaning, but everyone seemed quite pleased with what they got.

Dancing myself into a wonderful tiredness, perfectly ready to go to Cargo's "Capsule" to chill, then I kissed Rik with invisible ectoplasmic tentacles that blossomed from my open mouth. A passing observer said he saw them too. Then a spooky guy came up and offered to use some admittedly enticing metal claws on Rik, to which my response was a non-verbal sort of puffing up of spikes and a general attitude of "MINE".

The unholy wrongness of the giant pile of fursuiters in the lobby. Kiala (part of the pile) proudly said it was an art-crime afterwards, and I agree. Especially when they all started to wriggle.

An unknown person in a fursuit insisted on a photo with me. I don't know who they were, and the badge, of course, is of little help - is "Selkit Greyfox" the costume, or the costumer? The best shot has me on the floor laughing in front of xer as my attempt to do a dramatic pose failed before the flash on Rik's camera recharged.

Outside the hotel, passing by a few kids doing something with spray-paint. "Hey, cool, someone's trying what they learnt at T's stencil panel!" I thought. Then we got closer and saw that they were stencilling hand grenades onto board. "Oh, look. Lollerskaters. How cute!" I swiped Kin's new celphone and grinned as I photographed them, then we continued on our way out to eat. They were still there - more of them - when we got back; one tried to scare us with a flying kick in our direction. We just laughed and kept going. Later on we found one of their signs, with a big red circle-slash on it in spray-paint. Meta-irony!

When it got late and I wanted to spend some time alone with Kin and Rik, I failed to chase people out of our room by lying on the bed with my legs spread and rubbing a red, insectile vibrator around my groin. Maybe next time I'll try moaning louder. There's a fine line between exhibitionism and rudeness and I need to learn how to cross it at will.

Running into Ravs was ... difficult. I knew he was going to be at the con. He did unexpectecly well in the dealer's room, due to people posting some of his old stuff on 4Chan recently, which got him a new set of fans who bought some old originals. But running into an ex when you're on the arms of your two new lovers is a strange experience, though I suppose it's not much stranger than if you're in a more traditionally-shaped relationship and it happens. I'm so emotionally inexperienced.

Overall, I had a good time. I got to put faces to names, I got my ego stroked some, I only had a little bit of minor drama. I made back my membership and then some. Will I go next year? Maybe. Who knows what my situation will be then?