Folsom Street Fair.

Asking for advice of those who have gone before to different events is one of my rules of thumb. Hey, Sir, what’s floating world like? What should I pack? And so on down the list of my standard questions. This event, both of us had never been to, so ask people around us at the fringe. Great advice was given and I was still feeling like I was in over my head. “I’m in over my head, over my head.”

Things I had heard were just be prepared cause there will be masses of people, keep hydrated and cool, and take a break at some point. The best break point is when the street fair is at its highest population. We got advice about the bus schedule and other good bits. The thing about Sir and I is we tend to like to drive ourselves to things. For Sir it’s about control, for me it’s about being comfortable and able to relax/not have a panic attack. When I have to worry about missing a bus at X time, that’s all I think about until that time comes. I think I can thank my OCD dad on that one, his rule is if we aren’t 15 minutes early then we’re late. On this side trip, I will say for the longest time if I was late for something I wouldn’t show up at all. I’m a bit better about that now, but I still have that concept grinded into my head.

The first time for anything is hard enough, even with the good advice we had on hand. I totally enjoyed driving up and being able to put my make up on and finish getting dressed (yes another habit of mine). Make up and me are really good friends at this point and it’s one thing I have found that relaxes me. Yes, I am a high strung person under stress or new situations. Ask Sir about Shibaricon and the last hour of drive to Chicago, yeah that’s if He isn’t blocking that memory out. But I was pretty cool traveling up to the street fair. I wanted to be kitty so I really went for it makeup wise and outfit. Kitty tail with butt plug I think was my favorite. My face had lovely purple and pink tiger stripes with Glitter! The Herpes of the crafting world (insert credit to Gray Dancer here. He was the first person I heard use that lovely phrase). My black boots were so yummie with tights and short skirt.

I am really a chicken shit when it comes to heels. I totally love them, but I cannot wear them for very long periods of times, let alone walking long distances in them. Well, I had to prove to myself I was a bad ass and wear my favorite boots for as long as possible. My previous record was about an hour, but that was sitting having smokes. At the fair I went an hour and a half walking the whole time and looking like a cute kitty. Sure I was sweating my ass off and my makeup was gone by the end of the day. . .but I did have a great smile pasted on my face.

The item that put the biggest smile on my face was the sounding kit. (I hope I said that right, I did take photo of it). Having never ever seen one before in my whole sheltered life, but as soon as I saw it sitting there on the table I knew what it was and my face lit up like a Halloween pumpkin or chez from alice in wonderland thinking of the pot he was gonna partake in with the hatter. I grabbed Sir’s arm and pointed almost jumping up and down, “ Oh pleaseeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee Sir!!! Lookie!!” He didn’t know what it was at first cause He was in the middle of checking something else out at that moment. I kept smiling my wicked smile and at that point He knew what that smile was from, grabbed His crotch and ran the other way. I still want that kit.

At some point the boots had to come off. For some reason I was waiting for Sir and sitting down in the sun. The heat of the boots got to the point of making me whimper and peel them off my skin. Lovely marks up my legs, though. I also had received two lovely blisters and I don’t think I have ever been so damn proud of blisters before. They were my badge of honor.

We stopped at wicked grounds at some point and it again was oh so lovely. I really wish we could have something that totally wicked, relaxing, and kinky in our area . . . but I guess that gives me one more reason to visit the west coast more often.
So much happened that day it is a mix of “oh look at that” and “oh I want that!” I can’t wait to go back and get the chance to do and see more of the street fair. It’s something I recommend to attend at least once.

~Raven~