My Life as a Klingon's Love Slave
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pasitheaFriday afternoon, I did a couple of panels and met Matt Harrington (published author and apparently a furry as well. o_O) He seemed okay. Decent to talk to and interesting in terms of having good advice for writing.
Friday night at silicon was a whole lot of nothing happening really. There were a couple of interesting costumes but not really a lot going on. I met a pretty cool woman named Ophelia and I joined her and her friends for Rocky Horror. The highlight of my evening prior to that was finding some of the Lucid absinthe (the stuff legal in the US) and giving it a try. Very nice taste. Very smooth. Anyhow... Rocky got off to a late start. Stacey took me home around 3AM, I think.
Something between the lack of sleep, not taking moda, and the absinthe apparently triggered a massive sleep-cycle. Bloody fucking waste of time sleep. I returned to the convention around 5PM the following day. :(
I'd come out of costume but saw enough costumes in the hall that I decided to try out wearing the purple prickle in public. After another hour and a half of dressing and doing make-up, I was ... an instant success. Wave upon wave of people kept running up to pet my costume and ask for photos. The most common cry was, "Oh no... You didn't! .... You DID! You made an outfit out of koosh balls!" ... I may forever be stuck with the nickname of 'Koosh' now. >_<
So um anyhow... The thing that made this even better was that there was apparently a 'Women of Faith' convention going on at the same time. Ooooh did I get some sour looks for Jesus. :) It was glorious. I was the most hated of sinners. Every time I walked past their group, they'd just glare with hate. This helped me to be quite social, chatting with people, hugging, posing for photos, things I might have been shy to do normally. Thanks Jesus freaks! Your contempt made me a much nicer person. :)
Well. So... After a while, I ended up on the party floor and had a drink or two, when I was approached by a strange little man in a fez.
Not long after that, I found myself standing on an auction block, my purple outfit accented with glowsticks and Klingons calling out bids for me. I was apparently quite a hit (and so drunk I was having quite a merry time of it), fetching drinks for my new Klingon overlord and enticing other Klingons to declare him the greatest of all warriors with my ticklish little villi. Oh dear. Heh. At one point, I'd also foolishly clipped my badge to my skirt and it'd caused a little tear and slowly it began to rip down the side (much to the thrill of all present) So... Towards the end of the night, I slipped my coat out of my bag, put it on, then hiked up the edge, gave a tug, and ripped the rubber sheath the rest of the way and gave it to my Klingon lord as a trophy.
I'm officially invited to all Klingon parties for at least the next decade. *^_^*
Um so anyhow... The costume design needs some work. Version 2 should be a little less fragile and less revealing but overall it was a total success.
Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do for the OddBall. My goal right now is to keep making lots of cheap costumes and wear something different at each event. :) It's strange to have my alter ego of PartyGirl back in my psyche. She was trouble but I kinda missed her.
Also, I really need to learn how to pose without giggling and blushing. I'd do well with a few more severe looks.
Friday night at silicon was a whole lot of nothing happening really. There were a couple of interesting costumes but not really a lot going on. I met a pretty cool woman named Ophelia and I joined her and her friends for Rocky Horror. The highlight of my evening prior to that was finding some of the Lucid absinthe (the stuff legal in the US) and giving it a try. Very nice taste. Very smooth. Anyhow... Rocky got off to a late start. Stacey took me home around 3AM, I think.
Something between the lack of sleep, not taking moda, and the absinthe apparently triggered a massive sleep-cycle. Bloody fucking waste of time sleep. I returned to the convention around 5PM the following day. :(
I'd come out of costume but saw enough costumes in the hall that I decided to try out wearing the purple prickle in public. After another hour and a half of dressing and doing make-up, I was ... an instant success. Wave upon wave of people kept running up to pet my costume and ask for photos. The most common cry was, "Oh no... You didn't! .... You DID! You made an outfit out of koosh balls!" ... I may forever be stuck with the nickname of 'Koosh' now. >_<
So um anyhow... The thing that made this even better was that there was apparently a 'Women of Faith' convention going on at the same time. Ooooh did I get some sour looks for Jesus. :) It was glorious. I was the most hated of sinners. Every time I walked past their group, they'd just glare with hate. This helped me to be quite social, chatting with people, hugging, posing for photos, things I might have been shy to do normally. Thanks Jesus freaks! Your contempt made me a much nicer person. :)
Well. So... After a while, I ended up on the party floor and had a drink or two, when I was approached by a strange little man in a fez.
Not long after that, I found myself standing on an auction block, my purple outfit accented with glowsticks and Klingons calling out bids for me. I was apparently quite a hit (and so drunk I was having quite a merry time of it), fetching drinks for my new Klingon overlord and enticing other Klingons to declare him the greatest of all warriors with my ticklish little villi. Oh dear. Heh. At one point, I'd also foolishly clipped my badge to my skirt and it'd caused a little tear and slowly it began to rip down the side (much to the thrill of all present) So... Towards the end of the night, I slipped my coat out of my bag, put it on, then hiked up the edge, gave a tug, and ripped the rubber sheath the rest of the way and gave it to my Klingon lord as a trophy.
I'm officially invited to all Klingon parties for at least the next decade. *^_^*
Um so anyhow... The costume design needs some work. Version 2 should be a little less fragile and less revealing but overall it was a total success.
Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do for the OddBall. My goal right now is to keep making lots of cheap costumes and wear something different at each event. :) It's strange to have my alter ego of PartyGirl back in my psyche. She was trouble but I kinda missed her.
Also, I really need to learn how to pose without giggling and blushing. I'd do well with a few more severe looks.
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(Some other photos of me I found on flickr but none of them feature klingons)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8145334@N06/1503200245/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8145334@N06/1495162923/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8145334@N06/1495159187/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8145334@N06/1495151485/
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Date: 2007-10-08 01:19 pm (UTC)In one of those new skintight envirosuits. O.o;; You should feel COMPLETELY FUCKING AWESOME about yourself for the indefinite future. ♥
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