Here comes the drop, da da da da
Here comes the drop, and I say
Well it’s not alright exactly, but it’s unavoidable. Monday night I returned from Scony’s incredibly fun spanking weekend in the mountains. This is the fifth time I attended and it was as great as ever. Maybe even better than previous ones, though that’s hard to judge as the crowd changes a bit over time and there were some friends that I really missed. But also lots of great new people to meet. I’m not sure what I did more of- playing, laughing, or singing. Maybe laughing by a little bit. I always go home with a throat that’s about as sore as my bottom.
I think part of why it would rank at the top of my time there is because the longer I’ve been in the scene, the more comfortable I’ve become. My “spanko identity” or whatever you want to call it is really second nature to me now. When I started into all of this 2 1/2 years ago, I was a bit of a nervous wreck. You can read about that here if you’d like. With a lot of helping hands along the way (no pun intended) I forged my path and learned what I wanted. I’ve met a lot of amazing people and developed deep friendships. I can’t imagine my life without them.
Lea started as a persona, but as time has gone on I realize more and more that we are the same. She just allowed me to have an outlet to explore more of my personality and play out certain parts that I was too shy to do otherwise. I started out sort of feigning a sense of confidence but after a while it didn’t have to be faked anymore. For a wall flower like me, that was an amazing thing. I was well-liked. I was accepted. I was happy. I just can’t say enough about the great people I’ve met in the scene. Unfortunately, sometimes people hear more about the bad than the good. I hope that doesn’t scare anyone away from getting involved in the scene if they’ve thought about it. Sure, there is drama sometimes just as there is in any area of life. But overall the people I’ve encountered are a wonderful, accepting, caring group. I’m thankful to call them friends.
I want to give a big thank you to Ms. Margaret and Mr. Ryder for all they do to make these events happen. It must be an unbelievable amount of work to organize something like these weekends but it is truly appreciated. I’m so happy to be able to have this outlet and to get a chance to see friends from all across the country for a few days of the year. They are memories that I truly cherish. Thank you to everyone who was there and added to an enjoyable time. Thank you to all who sang with me, talked with me, made me laugh, and humored my Peeps obsession (more on that later). My only complaint about parties is that the time goes by much too quickly and saying goodbye just sucks. Sorry if I ruined anyone’s shirt with my tears.
This isn’t quite an upbeat party update post but I’m still getting my thoughts together and will have many more stories to come. When I’m hit with this drop I’m in more of a sad/contemplative state for a few days afterwards, but it’ll pass. If I text some of you to death I apologize. Lol. The heightened emotions that occur with these events make me feel a bit clingy for a while. I will be back soon with more stories/highlights and fun new memories. I miss you, my friends.