Veav -> RE: Intuition and a Story About Being Safe (8/23/2005 9:32:17 AM)
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A touching story, although it doesn't take intuition to figure out someone's a creep if they start out jonesing for sex... I'd like to chime in with a story of my own. Someone was headed down to my neck of the woods for something called Kinkfest, and just to be friendly dropped in on the local furry boards to invite others along. Mind you - at this point, I'd had no exposure to actual BDSM. Reactions from the locals were mixed, but I threw on a few light-hearted posts to try and keep things supportive, and eventually we just moved to e-mail (yes, that's actual "oh noes, mad hax0rs" e-mail) and had some prolonged discussions about the nature of the beast. When Kinkfest rolled around, I dropped by for dinner - and again for breakfast the next day. I did not use a safe call, I did not tell anyone specifically where I was going... though I did mention to a few people "I've been invited to dinner by a dominatrix", just to get their reactions and because it amused me. These were relatively public functions, but more importantly, my intuition told me I could trust this person. There were no warning lights, no ominous forebodings, she had a lot to say and was good company - as it turns out, both offline and on. Next time she was in the area, we hit up a few days of Leather Pride week - again, no safe calls, no check-ins, no strafing runs by friends nor secret decoder rings. In meeting this person I'd only met once before, in a strange part of town and among people who could have easily been persuaded I'd agreed to anything that happened, it wasn't necessary. My intuition happily said "go on, have fun, here's some spending energy and don't come back 'til you go broke" and pushed me into several interesting situations - I can't say as I came out of it unscathed per se, but I requested every bit of scathe I received and I'm glad I did. The only reason it wasn't a one hundred percent success is because we ended up low on time and never got to hit Powell's Used Books, which is a crime, really. (It's a city block, filled with books. I kid you not.) Score two for intuition!
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