Five Ways to Meet Kinksters in Your Local Community

        So you want to get out there and meet other kinksters. That's great!

        There are two types of kink-curious people I speak to. The first type isn't part of the "lifestyle." They aren't particularly interested, are in a vanilla relationship, don't have the time, or have one-off interests. Some simply prefer no involvement and want to just do the occasional "crazy thing." Other prefer to treat their play as one would a therapy session, as a complete reset of their brain. To these folks, I recommend private sessions and/or training with a professional Dominant of repute. Most people who have the equipment and skills to deliver a powerful experience will rarely play with a stranger, much less an inexperienced one, as a one-off. They want to form some form of connection or relationship with their bottom in order to know them better. Professional Dominants, on the other hand, tend to be personable, adept at character reading, and skilled in their art and safety practices. Most of us do this because we love it: we love sharing our skill with new people, we enjoy the very wide variety of energies that flow in our dungeons, and we revel in learning about how the minds of other work.

        The second type of kink-curious people I speak to are those who are more lifestyle-oriented. They actively have a desire to foster their interests and mold them as part of them. Some of them desire a D/s relationship, others are drawn to the community aspect of BDSM, and some just like having new life experiences. To these folk, I encourage them to join community events, classes, and local groups. I often get contacted online by people who want to "join," as if this was some kind of club; and every now and then, someone comes to My dungeon who would fare better as a lifestyler, but doesn't know where to start besides Me. I always start by pointing them out to the same resources. This writing is for you.

• A common thing to do if you want to learn more about your local community is to join FetLife. FetLife is the internet's leading BDSM social network. It is very much reliant on events and group discussions, and is best for folks who want to learn and participate in talks about the lifestyle. It often is the first thing newcomers do. Fetlife is not a site for hooking up, cruising, or finding partners. Although those things do happen, the vast majority of people on FetLife are actively involved with other people, be it romantically or otherwise. The site is not even really formatted for that. Folks who join up thinking they will find some quick kinky sex will be very disappointed. Not only will they not find it, but their ape-like approached is often mocked on several different boards. So how do you use it then? Simple: fill out a profile, place a sensible picture of yourself up (that means no cockshots, fellas!), and go to the Groups section. Type in the name of your area to find local discussions. In the case of Philadelphia, there are several groups, including Philly TNG, Philly Friends, and The Aviary Philly, all which cater to the locals. Join some interest groups... I am a member of Gay Male Sadists and Masochists, Sacred Pain, and Destiny's Chamber to name a few. Read. Participate. This is how you learn things.

• If you want some social interaction, but don't think you wanna "get kinky" right away, look into coming to a munch. A munch is a monthly social gathering for food and drinks, often at a diner or cafe. No leathers, no whips, just people getting together, eating, and catching up with each other. It's low key, and usually very welcoming. Larger metropolitan areas tend to have interest-specific munches. Here in Philadelphia, we have the Philadelphia TNG Munch (aimed at kinksters 18-35), The Aviary Munch (a good place for attendees and friends to get together and maybe make plans for the upcoming party?), and the Dress to Thrill Munch (that link has more!), just to name a few.

• Perhaps you've done a couple of munches, and you want to move on. Maybe the munch setting isn't really for you and you are curious about what the hell this "play" I keep going on about really is. Well, then it's time to jump in and come to a play party! There's always a party happening somewhere. Dress up or dress down, bring your toys or just come to watch, parties are good public environments to meet others kinksters and watch them play and engage in BDSM together. Now, parties are not pick-up grounds or cruising fields. Most public parties are not sex-positive, and require you keep your genitalia covered. However, there are also many private parties that are sex-positive, and where anything goes. If you intend to go to a party, please remember to mind your etiquette. Be sure to read the rules of the event, be respectful of others and their space, and don't touch things that aren't yours without asking (things and people). Please do not interrupt scenes (you can ask questions before or after) or leer creepily at something you find interesting. Polite observation is fine. These are safe spaces, and any harassment or discrimination will not be tolerated. Philadelphia's main BDSM play party is The Aviary, held every second Saturday at the William Way Center, in the heart of Center City. If you come to the Aviary, be sure to look for Goddess Thain or Myself and say hello! We always take time to chat newcomers up and answer questions.

• Is education more of your thing? Do you have your theory, but don't know where to get your practical? Going to classes is a great way to sharpen your skills and meet others who share your interests. There are all types of classes, from "seminar-style" talks, to hands-on lessons, to demos, to skillshares. They run the gamut of prices and interests, and many classes in larger cities are taught by both national and international presenters, allowing for a great deal of knowledge to be passed. Here in Philadelphia, classes are mainly organized by Passional and the Kink Shoppe. Both stores have their class schedules up on their websites. Now, for a bit of shameless self-promotion, I am doing a few classes this month (imagine that!). Next Monday, I will be hosting AndroShare: Mummification at Passional. AndroShare is a monthly skillshare for male-identified folk where we just sit around and talk about experiences with different things, and demo how to do some of those things. This month, we'll be focusing on mummification! Then, the weekend of the 19th is a rope intensive extravaganza, starting with Suspension Night @ Kink Shoppe on Friday, and followed by my rope 101 and 201 classes respectively, Picking Up the Ropes on Saturday, and From Harness to Hogtie on Sunday. As with all of My events, you can see a detailed listing right on My schedule page.

• I see it very often this last method these days, and I approve. Some folks just want to dive in and get a full immersion experience. They see an ad online, or maybe are fresh arrivals to FetLife and see a group post, and a week later, they are attending a weekend event. The experience, although amazing, can be sometimes overwhelming for first-timers. These large, regional events are incredible places to meet kinksters from all walks of life, learn from top-notch presenters, shop from quality independent vendors, and experience the community like never before. One of My first outings was FetFest 2011, and I remember it fondly as an amazing, transformatory time. Many of these, such as The Floating World and Dark Odyssey happen out of state, the two just mentioned in New Jersey and Maryland, respectively. They can be quite pricey, so make sure to get early ticket, or to apply to volunteer for the events if you are a bit tight on cash. These weekend-long extravaganzas tend to include a hotel with well-priced room, and are very fun. Anyone going to them walks out with something, be it new friends, new skills, or new toys.

        So there you are, five ways you can meet kinksters in your local community. It is often easy to forget that what may seem common sense to us kinksters is confusing and new to folks who are just coming into this. So I thought it would be good to answer the questions I am perpetually asked in one long writing. It was once expressed to Me such: There are some 10,000 kinksters in the Philadelphia area metropolitan area,  and only about 1,000 participate in lifestyle events. This is not because the other 90% don't wish to participate (though I'm sure about half of them don't), but mainly because they don't know how to start. Of course, I cannot vouch for those numbers, but they look pretty accurate to a local.

        There is incredible power in community, because in community there is there is knowledge and compassion. I look back at before when My journey started, and think of all the people I have met since then, and how I felt such connection with them. I went through a very rough patch last year, and when I thought I had lost everything and nowhere to go, I still had this community, who propped Me back up and helped Me out. And I wonder, how many people out there have no-one. Or are trapped in a life that they feel is not their own. And I remember loneliness.

        I suppose that's My reason for this. I want to tell people who are scared, or worried, or hesitant "Come out! It's OK. There is family here" and open a door to all of this, giving people tangible links and examples. I didn't have it, and it's the question I hear most often: "Where can I meet others?" Well, here are some solutions. Take notice of them, and when you feel ready, step through those doors and come out to play.

Hope to see you out there!

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My schedule for September can be found here.
The TNG Munch is tomorrow.
AndroShare: Mummification is next Monday.
The Aviary Munch is next Tuesday.

Event Updates for September

My calendar has been updated for September. Here are the events currently listed for this month. Clearly, subject to change and additions. The full schedule is available on My website.

• Friday, September 5th, 2014 - TNG Munch @ Midtown II
• Monday, September 8th, 2014 - AndroShare: Mummification
• Tuesday, September 9th, 2014 - The Aviary Munch @ Midtown II
• Saturday, September 13th, 2014 - Queer Leather Alliance Information Session
• Saturday, September 13th, 2014 - The Aviary
• Wednesday, September 17th, 2014 - Philadelphia Professional Dominants Happy Hour
• Friday, September 19th, 2014 - Suspension Night @ The Kink Shoppe
• Saturday, August 20th, 2014 - Picking Up the Ropes: An Intro to Rope Bondage
• Sunday, August 21th, 2014 - From Harness to Hogtie: Intermediate Rope Bondage

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My September schedule can be found here.

The TNG Munch is this Friday.

AndroShare is next Monday.

New Boots; New Toys

Summer is a time of many out-of-town events, and sees often a brief upswing in sessions. Consequently, summer is often a time where I get a few new items here, and there. Those who read My things know I like to show My newly acquired goods. It's just a couple of things, but we can start with this HOT new pair of knee-high 30-eyelet boots...

This gorgeous pair was sent by a boot boy in Los Angeles who knows that boots belong only in two places: My feet and his face. His distance prevents the latter from happening, so the least he can do is put them on Me. And I have first-hand accounts that they feel and taste like the footwear of a God, so I am pleased.

My recent trip to The Floating World 2014 also saw Me return with some newly acquired goods. From a Martha Stewart collar (for the classy sissy)...

to an awesome blindfold and straight razor... how about a shave?

It is not an unknown fact that I love things. Though I have a wide array of toys and equipment available at the dungeon, I also engage in a lot of personal play, and I enjoy having very specific and dedicated toys for such. An easy way to bring light to My day (and also a way to pay sessions, as long as it is prearranged with Me), is to check out My various Amazon Wishlists. I organize all My wants  in different list, from toys, to books, to clothing, to even the things I want just for My own amusement. So if you'd like to see a gift get some good use, why not contact Me?

A few ulterior, minor things:

• I am happy to announce that I have put in for full membership for the Queer Leather Alliance, a new leather back patch club in the Philadelphia area. Huzzah! My Prospect period begins next month.

• I have started a new FetLife group called Sanctus Morsus, with the intention of developing a sacred-pain/sadospiritual type of party in Philadelphia. If you are a FetLife member, please consider joining it if this is an event you would like to see happen.

• Quiet website updates have been occurring. Have you spotted them?

• To those who have visited Me at the prior dungeon, or to those who are were curious about doing so these days, the space has officially moved to a convenient Center City location, some five to ten minutes away from City Hall. The new location is ideal for folks looking to perhaps take a long lunch, or for those who commute downtown. The new location has seven different spaces to work in, and has convenient parking and amenities available nearby. I have shown a bit of the new space briefly on My Vine account, for Twitter and Facebook fans. So far, the folks who have come and seen the new space prefer it much to the prior one in terms of location, design, and decor. There really is no better time to book a session with Me, so act now!

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My August schedule can be found here.

SummerFest is next Saturday.

A Night on a Piss Pig: A Public Humiliation and Financial Session

We had talked briefly through a few texts. His name was Steven, and he was a thick, rugged-looking businessman from Atlanta. In fact, he had told Me he played rugby when I instructed him to show up wearing a jockstrap under his suit. I had opted for leather: knee-high boots, jeans, a vest, cap, and a pair of biker gloves.

He arrived a tad late, something I had expected, as he has stopped to pick Me up a cigar at a local shop, and walked from there. We sat and briefly introduced ourselves properly. He handed Me a bag containing not one, but five cigars. Having paid attention to our conversation, three of them were Acid Blondies. I knew we were going to have a good start.

I ordered him to get Me a drink, and we shared some small talk. I looked at him. He was rather comical, in his suit, looking out of place. He was a big guy, had an eager face, and was polite. One thing I noted very quickly is that he couldn't tie a tie. Now, I am a bit of a stickler for that kind of thing, so I removed it and set it aside. He would learn later, but I certainly would not be seen with him wearing it the way he had it.

It was time to step outside. He set his beer to the side, and we proceeded to the alley. I sat on a step, with this quiet, eager man next to Me. I clipped and lit the cigar Myself (he had no experience), and his hands flew up in a bowl shape, ready to catch My ash. I smoked for a while, thinking, using My newfound ashtray. I dipped My fingers in the ash and brought them to his mouth, and without missing a beat, he eagerly sucked them clean. Oh, things were going to be fun tonight.

We headed back into the bar, and he went upstairs with Me. I asked him to fetch another drink, while I waited. He headed down the stairs to do so, and I noticed something on the table. That chubby moron has left his phone and wallet on the table. Personally, I was always told not to leave My things lying around, or they would be gone. So with a quick hand, I slipped both of these newfound treasures in My pocket. I knew that the wallet contained both his cards and hotel keys, and that the phone was the one issued by his job. He would need those back.

He came back with the beers, and a brief puzzled look upon noticing the disappearance of his valuables. He said nothing, so I told him very clearly that I had them. I offered he keep Me entertained to earn his things back, and started by making him take off his shirt and coat. He was fat and pale, and I couldn't imagine he'd be good at much (after all, if you're stupid enough to leave your things about, you're probably a grade A moron). Because trash belongs on the ground, I ordered him onto it. He would not get to sit in a chair for the rest of the evening.

I put My boot up to his face. "Lick it." I tell him. He tentatively sticks his tongue out, and begins running it across My leathers. "Make sure you get the treads." I specify.

He works them for a short while, but I quickly stop him. I grab his face in My hands and let him know I mean business, in My usual polite manner: "Look... I understand that you're not good for much... however, if you really want to get your things back, I suggest you make sure I can feel your tongue through the boot." I give his head a little encouraging push.

With My guidance, he does much better, and in the space of some ten minutes, My boots look shiny again. Apparently, he seemed to do OK as a bootlicker... but I hadn't really started. A few minutes later, as he sat at My feet, ideas came to My head as I pulled out My clamps and clips box.

"We're going to play a little game, you and I," I tell him, pulling out a pair of clover clams. "The object is simple: I'm going to put these clamps on your nipples. All you need to do, is keep them on for ten minutes. You do, and you get your phone back. You don't, and there will be... consequences." Without really waiting for his agreement, I put the clamps on his nipples, and order him to return to My boots. By this time, a few folks from the bar were looking on with interest.

I was surprised that a big boy like him could take the nipple pain, but six minutes had passed. From experience, the bigger boys tend to fall harder, but he was holding on pretty well. I smiled. I don't tend to lose. I reached in My box for a couple of weights and I added them to the chain. I toyed with them, pulling them, twisting them, playing with them... until he faltered and begged for them off, a mere minute from the end.

The first bout of consequences wasn't too bad. I announced I'd empty his wallet of physical cash, as well as write that he was a weakling on his body in Sharpie. At the last moment, I grabbed his nipples and began squeezing them, telling him I'd let go in exchange for the first digit of his PIN number. He didn't want to, but in less than a minute the pain was unbearable, and he gave Me the number.

I made him strip out of his pants to his jockstrap (which was a silly orange color) and led him downstairs, where he fetched Me another drink. As I sat on a high seat, and he sat on the floor, My boots rested on him as I downed the beer he brought. I enjoyed My new near-naked footrest, and grinding My boots into him was quite a relaxing activity, and I pulled out My Sharpie for some more exercise.

By this point, the main floor of the bar had filled up. More than a few people were looking on in interest, a few of them whispering among themselves, laughing at the chubby businessmen lying below My booted feet. I noticed one or two snap a couple of discreet pictures. He must have looked pretty ridiculous on the floor, in his tiny underwear, his body adorned with "Sissy" and "Whore." I decorated him with a few more slurs on his body and dragged him outside for another cigar. Outside, he serves as My ashtray again. The bar is in a side-street, yet still close enough to a well traveled avenue in the middle of Center City. It was well into the evening, and quite a few folks passed by, looking at the half naked man outside the bar, flesh written on, taking ash into his hands. I grinned and slapped some ash into his face, and ashed into his mouth.

Back inside, I paraded My prey around a little bit. A few of My friends had come to the bar, and were delighted by his appearance. I even suggested they go ahead and decorate him a little bit, as there was a LOT of room available. And I mean a LOT. And so they did.

On My end, I felt that the few drinks I had consumed were passing through Me, so when they were done, I grabbed the pig and dragged him into the bathroom, where I made him kneel near the urinal to watch Me piss. He looked so eager... I sent him out and grabbed a glass, in which I finished My business. Upon coming out, it seemed as though I had a full pint of beer. But I knew better.

He sat on the floor near our spot, holding it. Two guys next to him were pointing and laughing, so I walked over and offered they go on and do a little writing themselves! One of them laughed as he penned "Meaty" on one ass cheek, while the other drew and arrow on his ass with instructions to "Try Me." Back in our seat after they were done, I present the glass to him. Another little game: "Drink this within three minutes. All of it. Fail, and I'll have to get the next number from you." I wasn't even ten seconds done that he began chugging My piss like if it was the most delicious refreshment available. He finished the entire pint in 45 seconds, smiled at Me, and gave Me the second number.

I have to say, I was surprised. I knew he was a pig, but that was straight up hungry piss slut behavior. I felt that he was almost throwing Me a challenge, which I wasn't expecting. I smacked his stupid face and gave him a few kicks, and he yelped out the third number to stop Me. What a wuss! I know second-graders who are harder to bully.

The night was coming to a close, but was punctuated by My friend Maso, an incredibly attractive and hung pup, who brought Me a bottle filled with his own piss. I was quite delighted by all this: I had hoped a few of My yellow-flagging friends were going to show up for the evening, and was convinced none had come through. Watching him down that bottle like he couldn't get enough was very entertaining. If only I had thought to organize a group party... As Maso walked away, I slipped him the pig's car key, telling him to hold on to them for a bit.

Another drink later, it was time to go. I was running out of writing space on his body, and was growing tired. So I told him that if he wanted to go, all he had to do was give Me the final number of his PIN. In an almost inaudible murmur, he told. Triumphant, I walked Myself to the ATM in the bar, directly in front of him, and slid the card I have taken from him into the machine. It's so easy to do, punching in his PIN, taking a look at the different sums available. I knew I could have emptied it, and looking back on it, perhaps I should have. But I had been mildly entertained for the evening, and figured that the next day should be spent only with a little shopping and self pampering (hangovers and all that), so I withdrew a mere $100 from his checking account and tossed him back his card and clothes. I still had his wallet and phone in My pocket, and although it was late (much later than anticipated, in fact), I wasn't done.

We begin to head out to his car (of course he was going to drive Me home... he wants his things back, right?), and a few steps from the bar, I tell him that Maso has his keys. I order him to go in there, thank him, and beg for them back (I really should have specified he do it on his knees in the middle of the bar, but hindsight is always 20/20). I few minutes later, he returns, keys in hand.

We drive back to My neighborhood, making small talk on the way. I tell him that he will be accompanying Me to My home, but that I will not be letting him in. However, he can enjoy My company outside in the yard as I have another smoke. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, we arrive back to My neighborhood, and I lead him to a covered yard. I am now quite tired and not so much in the mood for a smoke anymore, but I desperately need to piss. I order him to remove all his clothes and kneel before Me. He is worried, and his eyes dart to the street, only a couple of yards down. This might as well be completely out in the open, and he hesitates. I remind him that he needs his things if he wants to return to Atlanta in the morning.

Still worried, he complies and kneels before Me, naked. I flash a smile as I start pissing: all over his face, on his chest, and his his open mouth. He is moaning, and jerking his tiny dick as I empty My bladder all over him. With a final moan, he cums just as I finish, and in a moment, My cock is back in My pants and he is sitting on the floor, naked, spent, and covered in piss. I laugh at how pathetic he looks and take a couple of pictures for posterity:

I throw his wallet back at him and tell him to piss off (#pun). He gathers his clothes and puts them back on, and realizes he's missing something. He looks up to see Me taking a look at his phone. It's a nice piece. The kind you can't get without a deposit... so I tell him just that and motion for him to follow Me. A few blocks down, I point at a local Chinese restaurant with an ATM in it and tell him to go in and withdraw $50 as a fine for leaving his phone around. He hesitates.

"Is there a problem?" I ask.

"Do I have a choice?" he replies.

I shake My head and smile. He walks in there, reeking, his shirt damp from My piss. Moments later, he returns, shoulders slumped, and money in his hand. He gingerly hands the cash to Me and I give him back his phone. I send him on his way and finally walk back to My own home.

Tomorrow, I'm going to dine on that pig's dime, and smoke his cigars. How kind of him to take Me out on a night on the town, and make sure My hangover is well taken care of the next day. Heh heh heh.

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My August schedule is can be found here.

Aviary is this Saturday.
AndroShare is next Monday.

Sir Brian and Riley Switch: Photo Set

I recently got photos back from an awesome shoot with a hot newbie named Riley. There were over 900 photos taken, and the final result is 310 pics. I've compiled the best 35 photographs and made them into a video slideshow. Enjoy the twists and ties on this sexy ginger bottom.

Here are a few of My personal favorite shots:

High-quality versions of the 35 "best of" pictures from the video can be found on My FetLife pictures page, as well as other places throughout the interwebs (such as My FetishMen and xHamster profiles). If you wish to see the full 310-picture set, you'll have to contact Me privately to get it.

Amazing thanks to TAlair for the photo session!

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My August schedule is can be found here.

The TNG Munch is tonight.

Fight Club is tomorrow night.

Lack of Time

I've decided to stop trying to regularly update this blog, particularly in terms of pushing events I attend. and chronicling them. I simply cannot keep up with it anymore, even at the rate of one post a month. I end up sometimes writing long-winded posts that dilute any legible quality, and I no longer feel like it. Summer has kept Me quite busy in terms of sessions...

...events...

...and personal time.

My goal is always to remain busy, so I am thankful for all these things.I am going to work on an easier method to communicate relevant information, while keeping this blog maybe just as a photo gallery, essays, and session stories kind of deal. Frankly, My life is fascinating, but not fascinating enough to blog about the way I'd like to. So I figured I'd just play around and change the format a bit, and see what comes of that.

This space is a record and platform to announce things for Me. I need to do more of those things, and record individual experiences as opposed to schedules, and push the things that I really want to push. Those who want to come to an event and meet Me will check My schedule to do so, and that's it. I just think that individual experiences and advice may serve this blog better, so that's what I'm going to try doing from now on.

Upcoming entries for the "new" Wicked Wanderlust II:

• A night on a Piss Pig - A retelling of a fun night at the Bike Stop with a businessman from Atlanta.
• Sir Brian and Riley: Photo Set - Some sensual rope play with a sexy ginger newbie.
• New Boots; New Toys - Check it out, I got some new things in My arsenal! A blade, a blindfold, some boots... a whole slew of fun.
• 5 Ways to Meet Kinksters in Your Local Community - Instead of trying to push things individually, why not make a list for the newcomer? Here's five things you can do to meet folk in your local community, with an emphasis on Philadelphia.
• 10 Things NOT to Ask A Pro-Dom/me - I will be showing some great examples for you entertainment! Seriously, I have a list.

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My August schedule is can be found here.

The TNG Munch is tomorrow.

Fight Club is Saturday.

Sessions, Boots, Events, Videos... June Brings Things!

The warm weather always brings Me a flurry of activity. I suspect the general atmosphere of late spring is actually quite beneficial to My general self.

First, I'd like to thank the folk who showed up to AndroShare: Spanking as Punishment. The goal of AndroShare was to get guys in a room together to talk. Because God knows, guys don't like to talk to each other, and I'll be damned if this has to go on like this. So I always like it when people come to these skillshares, because communication is key. With that said, Monday June 9th is the next installment... AndroShare: Rough Body Play. So come out for some fighting and kicking folks about! Please share and respond on Facebook and FetLife, as this is how information gets passed around!

Also, a major thank you to the folks who came out to both of My rope bondage classes. I always end up seeing a lot of people wanting to learn intro to rope, and that class always turns out full. It's nice to see a bunch of folks grab some basics. Yay education!

In other news, I met an individual recently from Los Angeles. Quite a nice fellow, and a kindred dark mind. Said fellow made the keen observation that a man of My stature not only would look fantastic in boots, but deserves such boots. I was a bit adamant at first: I have highly specific tastes, and I wanted to make sure that if this fellow was going to buy Me boots, they were going to look like they were made for Me. And so, My keen eye his recommendation found a pair that seemed fit.

I would say he made a good choice, didn't he? I mean, clearly these are boots that look like they exist to be on My feet. And I like useful things. And boots are useful, for walking. The decision was obviously clear. And so, he expended a small sum to make sure that the boots ended up in their rightful place.

Very eager to try the boots on and do a "field test" with them, I grabbed My lover, turned a camera on and put it off to the side, and we made magic. I am now beginning a new clip series named "Bedroom Eyes."

I wanted to try filming some clips with a more voyeuristic look, and no camera operator, particularly to capture the experience with My personal partners. The first attempt at this results in a 28-minute clip full of mild-medium boot play and boot worship, available on My Clips4Sale Studio, Carnaval Decadent. All the kicking, scraping, trampling and licking you could want, without it being too much for the newcoming voyeur.

You see, when you existence means little besides your ability to please another, then that's just what you should do. This LA fellow knew that boots belong on My feet (or his face), and so he provided. And in doing that, he has put Me in a good mood. And when I'm in a good mood, I get productive and post things, which in turn, benefits everyone who comes to find out things through Me.

There are some 22 free still available from the video on My FetLife photo page, with another 46 private ones, that will likely make it into an image collection at one point. Yay private stills! For now, here are My five favorite free ones:

I think this is the first in a series, as I personally really enjoyed how it turned out. You should likely check it out for yourself. I think the boots are excellent. Victor thought so as well, particularly against his ribs. :-D

I am still working on My June schedule. It's such a busy time, with Philly Pride, warm weather sessions, and general hustle-bustle that I'm still trying to work out My calendar! But as I said, this time keeps Me looking in the immediate, and I try not to plan ahead too much (I've had three newcomer sessions in the past two weeks, and have another scheduled for next Saturday... you try planning). However, there are some things that are for sure... I will be attending PrideDay 2014 in some capacity, I will definitely be out at the Trans* Health Conference, and you can catch Me at the Aviary, Suspension Night, and Asylum events as usual. Some things are bound to change, so be sure to check the link above for specific, which will be updated if things change.

I have no idea what else I was going to babble on. So that's it for now.