The Chattanooga Fetish Scene and Loca Luna parties

Okay, I want to make a statement about the fetish community here. People, it's large, but it ain't that large. Complaints pop up that the Loca Luna parties are BDSM lite. Yes, they are. We don't have permanent private space (yet) and must cooperate with the hotel owners or bar owners to even have avenue. Someday, SOMEDAY, maybe we can have those exclusively leather events we all dream of, but, while Chattanooga has many alternative lifestylers in it and surrounding areas, this isn't New York City. We have to be inclusive, and yes, that means that the swingers, and crossdressers and non-BDSM people in general who just may be curious, are invited. And that means we can't all be quite as open as we'd like.

But I like to view it as cross-fertilization in a public place. The vanilla people can bring their curiosity to us and we can show them it's not quite as scary as they think, that it's actually, fun! We get to meet our transsexual or gay neighbors, the goth kids, and yes, the swingers. Cruising doesn't mean dangerous, we just gots to let them know the rules. One way to teach them is to show them!

So, lighten up, Frances, and come out and enjoy the party, not as a full-on, hard-core scene, but as a cocktail party where you can enjoy the eye-candy and might actually meet (surprise) someone that you didn't know was kinky, and who didn't know you were kinky, and, hey, wanna meet up later?

Loca Luna and the Jungle Party

Come 24th of July (2005) they are having a public party and fetish scene and birthday party all in one! Loca Luna, the exotic clothing store, is organizing it in conjunction with Buck Wild's Bar on Market Street in Chattanooga, TN. I am busy sewing rabbit skins dyed to look like leopard into a skirt to wear with my black corset. Yay! Check out the site www.localuna.net

Also wanted to list my favorite fetish author's blog: http://lantoniou.blogspot.com/ It's not that I agree with all her politics, though I do a good deal, but I highly recommend her books as good for the BDSMer's soul.

Don' tell HIM

I 'forgot' to mention the copperhead I found under my hot tub cover Friday morning. I flipped it up to get some post-work reading time in and found a young -- about eighteen inch -- snake parked by the controls, in a crevice between them and the tub edge. My hot tub sits out on a cliff edge overlooking the valley and the secondary ridge twenty feet below me is rife with snakes sunning themselves (Hell, the snake-handling sect originated just north of Chattanooga on Sale Creek and continues to this day on this very mountain.) I don't mind them so long as they stay below me.

On average I see one snake a year (although one year a litter hatched in my side yard and I had baby copperheads pop up three times in a month!) I've only ever felt endangered by one -- a three foot rattler parked under a hedge near my sidewalk who was as thick around as my foream.

Mostly I take a live and let live attitude, but this was too close for comfort. I debated telling my man, but knew he'd come out with some gun (He's from Ohio and is afraid of snakes) and blow away both the snake and part of my deck. The snake meanwhile eyed me as I eyed it, debating whether to kill it or do my usual -- scoop it up with a shovel or pole and toss it over the cliff. I figure this way I give them a fighting chance -- if they can fly and land safely, then they're entitled to continue living, otherwise, well, it's in God's hands. But I didn't want to leave him to get a shovel, afraid he'd hide somewhere I couldn't find, so I wouldn't be able to enjoy my soak. I finally leaned down and picked up a metal pole (used for hanging torches) and planned to pick him up with it. As soon as I touched him, he coiled to strike, and I flipped him which got him to moving and he dropped off the deck edge and hurried under the leaves. About that time I heard my neighbor's dogs barking and summoned them over to me and they sniffed around interestedly, but, apparently, he had departed.

Damn it, now I'll have to walk down there a with a shovel and a dog for a while.

More on NaNoWriMo

I've actually been keeping to my schedule of 500 words per day. It's been fun so far as I let my character guide me as to what comes next (that and the latest news stories about on-line predators using the chat rooms to find their victims.) I am refusing to do any research other than what I hear or already (think) I know, just letting my imagination fill in the gaps for now, knowing that, in the future, if I end up with something that I truly like (when I get to that magical 50,000 words or so) I can do the research then. But, I am turning off my left brain editor that requires me to constantly stop and ponder, then ties my feet up so that I can't proceed because "I haven't resolved a conflict...." I will write my story the way it wishes to be written and worry about the facts later. So far, seems to be working. No hitches. (And I refuse to sit down and try to parse out a plot at this point, let my mind wander ahead to possibilities, but refuse to put anything rigidly in a timeframe on paper.) I'll let my story tell itself.