bipolarber -> RE: Are you part of the "community"? (5/19/2007 7:14:53 AM)
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I used to be a part of the Denver community, helping to found and run a couple of the pansexual play groups that served the new members coming from the 'nilla world, during the '90's. We served as a sort of "gateway" organization, letting people experiment a bit before deciding to take the plunge into the scene, and joining the more serious groups. During those times, I had to put up with an incredible amount of rudness, and clueless behavior. Not just from the new folk, but also from long time members of the so-called "community." Funny how they all had opinions on how to run a group, but when it actually came time for them to do something akin to work, they were never to be found. (I call it the "Dr. Smith" effect, after Johnathan Harris' character on the old Lost in Space series.) Sure, there were good times: more often than not, on any given party night, there would be scenes I would either be privlidged enough to watch or even become a part of. I also met a TON of wonderful, sexy people! But in the end, the labor involved, and the near lack of any kind of "thank you" from anyone, for any of it, pretty much burned me out. Now I just attend the parties, do my best to not get involved, and let the next generation of bright, young, eager leather folk do their stint. It used to be that the BDSM scene comprised my friends and support. But, since I have moved to Arkansas several years ago, that is no longer the case. Arkansas has such a small scene (and what there is, I've found to be pretty lame) that I just don't bother. I've gotten back into ligit theatre, and found the people there to be much more of a family than BDSM ever was. The BDSM "community" is more like a set of competing dog packs, each vieing for superiority over the other. Add to this the pretension, the Goth and Gor BS, the vast numbers of fakes and poseurs... It becomes a drag. I just look for, and play with, individuals these days. I'm much happier. At most, I'll go to a major event/convention. More to catch up with old friends than to learn anything. Usually, by the end of that sort of weekend, I'm more than ready to stay away for another year or two. (Well, you asked...) :/
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