Okay, I wasn't actually going to even post about this until tommorrow, but a special video just got released..and it basically covers my feelings about Point Two (Hotel Indigo) perfectly:

( I'm blue, part deux )

Okay, so the rest of my intinerary is all but forgotten, so here are a few ( moments of interest: )

So yeah, there was some weirdness Saturday night that led to Sundays "pity me" post (which, for my own sense of self respect, I'm thinking of deleting), but all in all, I had a fucking awesome time this weekend...pity it's all done...

The Fantasm report that you seek has been postponed until I finish getting my boy smut fix....

mmm, nearly a 100 bucks worth of yaoi goodness...

Okay, since my common sense has kicked back in and I've put the "victim" outfit away (it clashed with my eyes anyway), I can now regale you all with my experience at Final Fantasm.

Put into chunks for your reading ease:

Warning: I'm blogging about Fantasm. That's the only warning you're getting.

( God, I wanna fuck him! )

( I'm blue...da bu dee da bu da... )

Damnit...more tommorrow, kiddles...

My raging

So, here's one of my outfits...guaranteed to fall apart before the con is over...

I am so ready!

Fantasm rocked my fucking socks off. This year I didn't have a SO at my heels, so it made navigating (and good old fashion flirting) so much easier. Because we had the hotel mostly to ourselves, I got to feel the joy of walking around the main con area wearing body paint, chaps and a mile long grin Friday evening. For once I got to enjoy the looks and comments made by stranger-men (maybe because they were mostly white, or maybe because it wasn't on public transportation? Who knows?) And people kept touching me with strange appliances (like metal claws and gloves with little pinpricks in them) and I liked it, I loved it, I was in a state of arousal for most of the fucking con. And to make matters loads and loads better, afer waiting for a day and a half, I got the phallic intervention I so wanted (especially after all that stranger touching; an aroused Kiki is funny, an aroused Kiki for too long without release is a bitch on wheels).

In a nutshell, I made new friends, learned new things, got a shiny new secret, and most of all, had a fucking blast. Can't wait for next year!

On a completely unrelated note: I reread my "crush" post and the irony backlash nearly killed me...:)

I curse the taxpayers who use more than one staple on their returns. I shall scourge the flesh from their bones with a rusty iron comb. Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!

You don't need six staples on a lousy income tax form.

You don't need to staple each and every one of your w-2's to the lousy tax form.

You don't need to staple a check EVER!!!!!

And you sure as hell don't need extra thick industrial sized staples at all when it comes to paper, you fuckheads.


With that annoyance done, time to party, Fantasm-style

i"ve got some good news from work, for once. Monday the boss lady asked if anyone wanted friday off (budget reasons, of course). My hand shot up, so I can do that fantasm thang one day early! Happy pie!

Sorry folks, i'm posting again, but it's Saturday night, most of the house is gone on the pledge outing trip and i'm bored shitless.

Gearing up for Fantasm...and i'm not sure what i'm going to do...I mean, i've volunteered to model corests (yay!), model nude (yay more!), doing the costume contest, maybe the slave auction (it's for a good cause), and watching the Miss Fantasm contest (rooting for niobecyane, of course).

But I'm looking at the workshops and stuff...and i'm lost...

Oh well, i'll figure it out before then, i guesses..

Purchased: One tube of sparkly black lipstick and a roll of red vinyl bondage tape....

I'm getting closer to being ready for Fantasm...