I
need to write something quick before I start on properly logging this
weekend.
As
I type, it's 3:00 am on Monday morning, and I'm sitting in my bed at
home (which is both at
home and
also a
bed,
two things that I had forgotten existed). I have gotten about 11
hours of sleep in the last 3 days. I haven't gone to bed yet.
I
want to express gratitude and joy to an immeasurable amount of
people, but I know that as soon as I thank anyone,
I will forget someone.
(But
I absolutely have to say thank
you to
all of the Society members who open, close, clean, cook for, and tend
to the space that I've grown to love so much. The members who do that
every
weekend.
I got a very condensed experience of doing all of that, and I have
taken the work that you all do for granted. So thank you, and keep on
rocking this place. Enlist me for help if you ever need it.)
--
But
this isn't a "thank-you" post. This is a "NEEHU 4 is
over" post. This is a "holy shit, there's a world outside
of the hypnokink community?!" post. This is a "so... when's
NEEHU 5 again?" post.
I
hate to sound cliche (not really), but it was pretty much everything
I dreamed it would be, and more. I got to provide service to the
community (my
community)
in what felt like very significant ways by cooking for everyone; by
opening and setting up and closing down the space for everyone.
And
of course, there was the con itself, and yes, how incredible and
exciting that was. Panels and lectures abound. The atmosphere. The
feeling of openness
and
camaraderie and just being plain comfortable in my own skin. Quite
literally, in many cases. I got to meet and talk to and even trance
with people I very, very much admire, whether I've known their names
for years or for days. I got to soak in the expertise of community
leaders; I never stopped learning and listening.
It
was an honor. Everything. Every moment, from slicing cucumbers to
discussing hypnokinky issues and theory, to speaking on a panel, to
streaking down the hall with my partner in crime, to showing up an
hour early to clean, to having my brain messed with by some of those
I quite look up to.
--
It's
3:18 am now. This bed feels too much like a bed. This apartment feels
too unlike a hotel room. I miss my friends. I want to get breakfast
with all of you tomorrow and make thinly-veiled trancey innuendo when
perhaps we really shouldn't.
Goodnight
everyone. I hope you all had as much fun as I did. But I'm sure
you
didn't.