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Frolicon 2015

This weekend was A-FREAKING-MAZING.

I could end the post right here and now and feel perfectly confident that I had updated you to the utmost extent.

Frolic has always been my favorite con. Dragon is by far larger and more of a “big deal” but this con has always been near and dear to my heart. Every year is more fulfilling than the last both as a performer and a professional. This year I was in one show (Thursday night with the wonder-fabulous Secret City Burlesque) where I performed the perfected version of my Dragon act. An act I’ll now be making “live” on the site for booking purposes. I was on one panel (Modeling 102 with Amelia Bareheart and Lady Julie), was a subject model for another (Modeling 201) and then finally was a model for a photo meet up (Modeling 400). I love sitting on panels and this is my first one since Dragoncon 2011. I always find myself surprised by how much I actually know!

And then last, but certainly not least, I competed for the title of “Bartender of the Year” at the House Renatius room party “Four Bartenders of the Apocalypse.” Now that… that was the party that retro 80s movies are made of. We had a Whore of Babylon, angels, demons, priests, some random hobo with an “end is nigh” sign and so much more. I had my two loves working as my “shots girls” both of them muscled men in kilts and a healthy splash of blue paint to mimic woad. My very own Celtic warriors! My fellow Horsemen -Death, Famine, Pestilence- really pulled out all the stops and worked their tails off as well, I only wish I’d gotten to try their drinks as well, but… well, we four put out over 2,000 drinks in two hours. I was having so much fun I forgot it was a competition until they pulled the boxes to tally the coins!

I won! A huge, red and crystal crown and a trophy that I ended up doing a shot out of (I still have no idea what booze they poured me…). I was caught *completely* by surprise, after all, I had designed very simple drinks with nothing more complex than simple syrups I’d made and brought with me from home.

I carried the crown around with me the next day, sans make up, comfy clothes, not a single f*ck to be given. All hail War.

I am one seriously gleeful, fulfilled, satisfied and exhausted fox.

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War

I am currently building a costume for a fetish convention party. I was asked to compete in their bartender competition (sweet prizes and a great crew) and to do so, I was required to pick a Horseman of the Apocalypse to represent. I know, I know, I’ve been Death before, but I wanted to stretch my creativity, so I went with my second favorite Horseman: War.

I dug around in my newly set up craft room and came up with the following treasures: red faux-pvc, red glossy Yule icicle ornaments, a pair of really nice paper-mache rams horns and, of course, metal scales. I’m basing this costume on a tiny premise, that more skin shown is better. This will probably be the skimpiest costume that my sense of decency will allow, but this is a fetish convention and this is a competition. One area I did not compromise one, however, was footwear. While I’m sure that high heels would have been sexier, I just can’t pass up the opportunity to wear my beloved Demonia boots.

Besides, how am I supposed to ride a white horse with stilettos on? Much less lead the hordes into battle. A little practicality, people!

Mongolian Archery: the inspiration

The past few months have seen me and mine engaged in a long-distance viewing of Marco Polo on Netflix as a group. It’s an immensely beautiful show with some seriously good plot points and just amazing acting, scenery/set design and costuming (oh, the costuming!). So when my live in sweetie suggested going to a Mongolian Archery workshop as a Valentine’s Day present, I of course jumped at the chance. I’d done archery of the strictly recurve, European kind as a kid, but this was to be something completely different.  I love workshops like this and this one in particular fit my rhythms very well: Up at 8, breakfast at the hotel, on The Farm for meditation, then shooting, then tea time, then more shooting, then lunch, then lecture, then shooting, tea time, shooting and dinner followed by another lecture, then retreating back to Jaap‘s (of Yumi Bows) beautiful house for beer and talking about archery, Chinese history, philosophy, tulip cultivation and just about everything else.

I was sad to leave but I am filled with an idea for an act, sprung fully formed into my mind while I was helping pull arrows out of the 26m targets, that will hopefully incorporate and share the beauty and skill I found this weekend in the middle of a pinewood forest, listening to the soft twang of a bowstring and feeling the joy as an arrow flew truly to its target.