Last night I went to the Bondage Ball and met BV, whom I’ve been talking to through email for a couple weeks. I was so glad she showed up and we got to talk and hang out. DK was also there and we got to visit with her for a while too. I also briefly got to meet Dominic Wolfe, which was really cool. I have to admit though that before anyone got there, when I was wandering around looking at people and they looking at me, I felt really out of place. The crowd seemed way more hip than me – or so I told myself. There were some incredibly hot girls in tight PVC dresses who got me all turned on. There was one in particular with a tight metallic dress that had buckles all the way up and down the back. She was incredible and gave BV a nice compliment about her dress as we were leaving. But to be honest I’m not sure that I need to go to another party like this anytime soon. What bothers me about fetish parties is that it feels like there’s so much pressure to look beautiful and hip that it really isn’t that much fun. I often feel at these events that you can’t really get to know people or make any real contact. The music’s too loud and I worry about how my breath smells. A lot of times I’ll go out at night and come home just feeling alone and depressed.

I’ve been thinking for a while I should start keeping a blog to jot down what’s going on in my life and at the website. Hopefully it won’t be too self-indulgent, but since it’s all about ME it probably will be.

Things have been really busy lately. The site’s been up over two years and has taken off in ways I never thought it would. I’m really grateful to all the members who have signed up, especially the ones who have stayed there with me month after month. I hope I’m providing some hot material and a place to talk to others with similar interests. I’m so grateful for the internet. I remember back in the early 90s when I was hearing more and more about it. I spent a year working at an adult bookstore in Colorado Springs – the First Amendment Bookstore, which sadly enough didn’t have much crossdressing bondage material. I remember guys would say it must be the greatest job, since I could watch all the hardcore pornos I wanted to, but they didn’t do anything for me so I rarely ever watched them. I remember telling one guy this and he couldn’t believe me – how could you not watch porn?