Once something has passed it has gone for ever, and what happened in London just two weeks ago is seemingly as irretrievable as that day in 4004 BC when God created the world, at least according to Archbishop Ussher. Yet irretrievable does not mean lost. The past lives on in us, seen through the often distorting prism of our memories in, but shaping us in ways we are often only dimly aware of. I carry five Eroticons inside me, each in some way better than the previous one, each bringing friendship, fun, inspiration, consolation and, not infrequently, hot fantasies to take back to my hotel room.
It is difficult to know where to begin my review this year. If 2018 was not life changing in the way that 2014 and 2015 were, it led, unlike 2017, to a couple of decisions. The first relates to the focus of this blog and I will say more about this in future posts. The second is to change my BDSM focus. I am about to rebrand myself as a pinup mistress, abandoning traditional fetish wear for 50s frocks of various kinds with pink and leopard print and hair flowers,,,and a couple more awesome tattoos. In this way I will link my win passion of kink and vintage and get to wear my awesome vintage wardrobe more often. And if anyone fancies joining me for a role play with a difference, do get in touch. You know where to find me.
Here are few random thoughts and impressions. In no particular order.
I was so disappointed to find out that I had missed Mia More. Shew was the first person at Eroticon to change my life and she probably doesn’t know it because I haven’t seen her since Bristol 2014. I so want to introduce myself and say “Thank You” and buy her a drink…..gin maybe?
Which is a segue into funniest conversation of the weekend which, no surprise, was with Violet Fenn who told me the story of the aggressive driver who forced her over on the M40 sped past and, slewed across 3 lanes of traffic to hit the barrier.
“Karma” I suggested.
“Serves him right for driving a f**** Peugeot”
I loved Lori Smith’s talk on the history of the bra and loved the fact that the first ever sports bra was made from 2 jockstraps and was originally to have been marketed as the Jockbra before being launched as the er Jogbra.
I loved meeting the other Eve who gave a talk on disability and sex work and loved her reflections on the event.
I loved the fantasy I had early on Sunday morning that broke a Citalopram induced dry spell orgasmwise. I have told Tabitha and a couple of other people about it but will keep the rest of you in suspense as it will form the basis of a blog post, probably in April for obvious reasons.
I loved talking sissification with a Dutch dominatrix in the pub on Saturday night..
I love that I have so many ideas for blog posts. I just need the time to write them.
I love that Drew grew up in South Worcestershire and knows a lot of the places I do……Wyre Piddle we’re talking about you! …….and I loved his incredible story….. .
I love Eye for showing us all that age is meaningless and we can all get sexier and hotter as we get older. I am 56 and find her an inspiration..
I love that Katy Swann is into Joy Divisoion.
I love that I have friends who are too young to have heard of Joy Division…….Coffee and Kink remember? I also love you both for being awesome.
I love Confess Hannah and Livvy for beautiful words of support to me on my journey.
I love the vibrator I won.
I love the fact the Zoe King and I have a mutual acquaintance (a Head of House at Cambridge no less!)
I love Eroticon.
I love Sarah, Molly and Michael for making it happen and making it awesome.
And finally, after years of struggle, I am learning to love myself. Eroticon has helped me to find my truth, that precious jewel I will carry in me for ever. ..