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I had to miss last year's Seattle Erotic Art Festival because I had COVID. Well, that wasn't the case this year, so the Tickler and I – they dressed as a sexy angel, with yours truly as the Devil Girl – did the thing.
And a grand thing it was! We got there a little later than planned due to my on-call hell and the difficulty of getting into my outfit*. It was a massive social occasion, with Mistress K, and a lesbian Burner coulpe who had had moved away. (Did they move back? I've lost track.) Grad school classmates! Burner pals! Latex peeps! People I met at art happenings! It was the set union of the crowds from art happenings, the kink scene, Burning Man, and then some. But now that I think about it the intersection and the union of those sets aren't all that different.
You know me: I love a nuclear social reaction. But the Tickler, who's been much more cautious than I have about COVID, was a little overwhelmed. "So many hot people," they kept saying. They of course were right, which is a major attraction of SEAF.
The only Devil Girl I saw was a piece in Trans Pride colors depicting a lesbian kiss. But at $777, it didn't yell at me to buy it.
I think the piece I liked best this year was The Unbearable Tightness of Being, a close up photo of a woman really enjoying being tied up. The emotional aspects of sex and kink are what I like to see in art. The piece was in my opinion underpriced and got snapped right up.
Runner up was a couple of works by Echo Chernik. Think art nouveau meets Frank Frazetta. A little cheesy, but beautifully executed. I may, just may, talk myself into buying a print.
But otherwise I exercised admirable (?) restraint in not buying any art. Honestly, nothing this year really grabbed me by the black, crystal-beaded choker and shouted, "Buy me!"
I got to fondle the marble sculptures of CJ, a certain fellow Burner who I met just over twenty years ago. Yeah, molesting sculptures is encouraged at SEAF. I met a shaven-headed man who'd just bought the piece I'd had my hands on, which I believe is her latest.
My Fluevog Grand Nationals did me in after nearly three hours of standing, and the Tickler hasn't rebuilt their party stamina. We skipped the latex afterparty an Neighbours, went back to chez moi, and crashed.
Like a good Devil Girl I led the Tickler into temptation at the Fremont Sunday Market. They found stuff that wasn't too frivolous: dresses and a jacket very much like one I've seen on Kurt Cobain. Brunch was at Made In House, which has kind of become our place. Pro tip. Go there at the tail end of lunch rush. The rest of today has been trying to catch up with my usual weekend doings.
*I forgot the first rule of being a goth girl: boots first, then corset.
And a grand thing it was! We got there a little later than planned due to my on-call hell and the difficulty of getting into my outfit*. It was a massive social occasion, with Mistress K, and a lesbian Burner coulpe who had had moved away. (Did they move back? I've lost track.) Grad school classmates! Burner pals! Latex peeps! People I met at art happenings! It was the set union of the crowds from art happenings, the kink scene, Burning Man, and then some. But now that I think about it the intersection and the union of those sets aren't all that different.
You know me: I love a nuclear social reaction. But the Tickler, who's been much more cautious than I have about COVID, was a little overwhelmed. "So many hot people," they kept saying. They of course were right, which is a major attraction of SEAF.
The only Devil Girl I saw was a piece in Trans Pride colors depicting a lesbian kiss. But at $777, it didn't yell at me to buy it.
I think the piece I liked best this year was The Unbearable Tightness of Being, a close up photo of a woman really enjoying being tied up. The emotional aspects of sex and kink are what I like to see in art. The piece was in my opinion underpriced and got snapped right up.
Runner up was a couple of works by Echo Chernik. Think art nouveau meets Frank Frazetta. A little cheesy, but beautifully executed. I may, just may, talk myself into buying a print.
But otherwise I exercised admirable (?) restraint in not buying any art. Honestly, nothing this year really grabbed me by the black, crystal-beaded choker and shouted, "Buy me!"
I got to fondle the marble sculptures of CJ, a certain fellow Burner who I met just over twenty years ago. Yeah, molesting sculptures is encouraged at SEAF. I met a shaven-headed man who'd just bought the piece I'd had my hands on, which I believe is her latest.
My Fluevog Grand Nationals did me in after nearly three hours of standing, and the Tickler hasn't rebuilt their party stamina. We skipped the latex afterparty an Neighbours, went back to chez moi, and crashed.
Like a good Devil Girl I led the Tickler into temptation at the Fremont Sunday Market. They found stuff that wasn't too frivolous: dresses and a jacket very much like one I've seen on Kurt Cobain. Brunch was at Made In House, which has kind of become our place. Pro tip. Go there at the tail end of lunch rush. The rest of today has been trying to catch up with my usual weekend doings.
*I forgot the first rule of being a goth girl: boots first, then corset.
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Date: 2023-04-24 02:50 am (UTC)From: