BiCon 2010
Sep. 2nd, 2010 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhialtoBiCon was good this year! As I wrote before privately, I was somewhat afraid that Isabelle's death would be too much on my mind. Fortunately, this was not the case. It was on my mind a lot before and after (which isn't surprising, since I was sleeping in her house twice), but not so often during. In fact, since most of my BiCons I was there on my own, it was strangely "back to normal". Being at BiCon with a partner is definitely different from being on your own, even if you're not being monogamous, certainly if there are health issues you need to give support with.
Last year Isabelle dressed me up in some of her clothes, so I sort of decided to continue that this year, in her honour. I chose some clothes that she herself never wore, because they were too girly for her[1]. I chose a short, red chequered skirt for the ceilidh (it wasn't a kilt but maybe a bit like it), and for sunday night a shortish black dressy thing (which I'm sure has a proper name) which I wore with the bright rainbow-coloured leg warmers from the pound shop (I saw them when I got disposable plates and cutlery, which was needed because the venue supplied scandalously few kitchen things in the kitchen). While the black thingie was warmer than it looked, and the leg warmers were fairly effective too, still, when you go outside the bar for a while and it is windy (which it was) it feels rather strange to have the wind against ones knickers. And the lack of pockets, it is infuriating! It is a good thing that BiCons are safe enough to leave a bag with all your stuff just somewhere in the bar. I got complimented on these clothes a lot, which I liked!
Other highlights include "chatting up" a very cute person I had met before, years ago. Oh I wish I was better at just *saying* what I want to say (writing is *so* much easier), but it worked out allright. And the parties, until late in the night, had an interesting demonstration of a paddle with (I think it was) a leather and a velvety side, and a velvet-like flogger. Really soft, good for nice stroking, only if you work hard enough it becomes more intense. Snogging at the same time makes for a nice combination :-)
I didn't even the parties, and parties need not be late at night, they can also be in the middle of the day!
I handed out some "business cards" (free cards from vistaprint, actually) with my name and email address to some interesting and/or cute people. It shows the face of a cat, I like it a lot, since I am a cat person. Hopefully this works (as it would have been even better if I also took their contact details). I do hope I'll be hearing from these people; I owe one of them a photo so they will simply have to email me ;-).
The card method is something I saw much earlier at BiCon, but I only got around to doing it now. Usually I forget to bring my cards with me, kind of defeating the purpose. Some people even have "flirt cards", cards with a text like "I think you're attractive" or similar things on them; this can be much easier than working up the courage to actually say the words.
Speaking of photos, it occurred to me that I have many more photos of BiCons before the digital camera became popular. The rule that everybody in a photo needs to consent simply wasn't so relevant back then; the chance that a photo would spread outside the owner's photo album simply was rather small. A pity, in some ways.
The things reported in the previous entry happened after I had started writing this one.
Also posted in the BiCon community.
[1] For a while, she had considered changing sex, mingled in trans groups, but in the end decided it was too much bother for her.
Last year Isabelle dressed me up in some of her clothes, so I sort of decided to continue that this year, in her honour. I chose some clothes that she herself never wore, because they were too girly for her[1]. I chose a short, red chequered skirt for the ceilidh (it wasn't a kilt but maybe a bit like it), and for sunday night a shortish black dressy thing (which I'm sure has a proper name) which I wore with the bright rainbow-coloured leg warmers from the pound shop (I saw them when I got disposable plates and cutlery, which was needed because the venue supplied scandalously few kitchen things in the kitchen). While the black thingie was warmer than it looked, and the leg warmers were fairly effective too, still, when you go outside the bar for a while and it is windy (which it was) it feels rather strange to have the wind against ones knickers. And the lack of pockets, it is infuriating! It is a good thing that BiCons are safe enough to leave a bag with all your stuff just somewhere in the bar. I got complimented on these clothes a lot, which I liked!
Other highlights include "chatting up" a very cute person I had met before, years ago. Oh I wish I was better at just *saying* what I want to say (writing is *so* much easier), but it worked out allright. And the parties, until late in the night, had an interesting demonstration of a paddle with (I think it was) a leather and a velvety side, and a velvet-like flogger. Really soft, good for nice stroking, only if you work hard enough it becomes more intense. Snogging at the same time makes for a nice combination :-)
I didn't even the parties, and parties need not be late at night, they can also be in the middle of the day!
I handed out some "business cards" (free cards from vistaprint, actually) with my name and email address to some interesting and/or cute people. It shows the face of a cat, I like it a lot, since I am a cat person. Hopefully this works (as it would have been even better if I also took their contact details). I do hope I'll be hearing from these people; I owe one of them a photo so they will simply have to email me ;-).
The card method is something I saw much earlier at BiCon, but I only got around to doing it now. Usually I forget to bring my cards with me, kind of defeating the purpose. Some people even have "flirt cards", cards with a text like "I think you're attractive" or similar things on them; this can be much easier than working up the courage to actually say the words.
Speaking of photos, it occurred to me that I have many more photos of BiCons before the digital camera became popular. The rule that everybody in a photo needs to consent simply wasn't so relevant back then; the chance that a photo would spread outside the owner's photo album simply was rather small. A pity, in some ways.
The things reported in the previous entry happened after I had started writing this one.
Also posted in the BiCon community.
[1] For a while, she had considered changing sex, mingled in trans groups, but in the end decided it was too much bother for her.