You were saying something about best intentions?
Bang.
You're finished? Oh, well then allow me to retort.
There's an incomplete post on the dashboard behind this one. It started strong, but it'll probably die there. I can claim that I intend to revisit it, and I do, but well, it's spring. The days are longer but there's still only 24 hours in each of them, know what I mean? It's unfortunate, I penned some real gems but excavating them out now doesn't feel like the best investment of my time.
If you want a different result, you must do things differently. That isn't the gem. I've acknowledged and affirmed the truth of that concept a million times. You don't know anyone more dedicated to novelty and spontaneity than me. Wait, can one be devoted to spontaneity, or is that an oxymoron?
Jumbo shrimp for everyone.
The gem, focus Cass the timer is ticking. The noteworthy gem is taking it further. Asking myself, but do I want different results? Perhaps I should just chill here longer. It is a pretty sweet spot. My poodle is pink, and French, my ride is red, fast and Italian.
What more could a girl want?
March first I took two of my not-so-little vanillas to see Boy George perform at Mohegan. We tossed oysters at Summer Shack before the show and had room service bring us ice cream after. I (re-)told the story of calling my mom to the living room to watch the video for Karma Chameleon on MTV or maybe it was on V66, I don't think we had cable in 84. In any case, my mother joined me and sincerely asked: Are you sure he's boy? Yes (childhood nick-name redacted) I heard you, his name is Boy George. Maybe it's meant to be clever? He just said, I'm a man who doesn't know and he's awfully pretty to be a boy. While my first queen crush belted out everything from covers of Let's Dance and Skinhead Shuffle (be quiet, go Google, it's not what you think), I held court in the nosebleed seats. Tina and Stephanie, my single serving besties, shared their glow sticks with me, dorky dude behind me photo-bombed all my pics and my descendant (and grand descendant) witnessed so many strangers compliment the side slit gown I almost didn't wear because I've rocked it on 2 other occasions.
Baby Cass on Border Road in 1984 would be wicked impressed.
I wonder though if she'd be surprised.
The following weekend I jetted to NY to see my- still haven't pinned down what I should call her here. She introduces me as her mentor, and her friends know who I am before she says my name. Her friends are fascinating, authors, artists, activists, clowns; passionate, happy, and kind. I love every single one of them. I had planned to see her that weekend, but I was going to miss her performance. Everything had lined up for us to spend Sunday together. The show that, allegedly, violated multiple statues was on Friday. I had a session on Friday. Then my well-planned weekend that would have ended watching movies and cuddling on Sunday fell apart. But that left a gaping hole in my calendar that was essentially already paid for too. So, I unpacked the dungeon gear, and re-packed for watching a live CNC scene staring Satan and Nikki Sweet that leads to an exorcism-abortion, and God's reclaiming of the lost souls into Her body, in a dive punk bar in Queens. It was absolutely amazing, and I intend (like the road to Hell is paved) to expand on the evening soon.
Weird and Kinky was the next weekend. Bailey met me there, and we started planning our next collab, I know you pervs are dying to see me transform her into a perfect sissy slut again, promise it's coming soon. Does it reflect poorly on me that I can't think of anything especially noteworthy to share from an event called Weird and Kinky? It was twenty or so vendors of high quality, sadistic toys, restraints, and art. I bought a print that I know Master John will love, and one for my place that he won't. I replaced my red, poly-carbon rug beater with a blue one. I suspect Master John will love that too. It was a very well-done event, just like every other weird, kinky, fetish event I've ever attended. Pervs plan well and tend to be detail oriented. Oh, that weekend also included brunch with a certain no-longer newbie kitten I absolutely adore. It's been such a gift to cross paths with her as she found her place within the community. It's the sort of thing I am referring to when I try to convey how wholesome my community feels to me.
I also co-hosted a couple nights with Ms Danielle on 231 Mutual, there's another scheduled for tomorrow. Sadly, our plans to get together irl fell apart. But I'm certain we'll connect soon, and if you ask nicely, we might let you watch.
Then March wrapped up with taking my most vanilla BFF to see a Katelyn Bailey's, The Oldest Profession. It's a comedy show, exploring 10,000 years of history through the lens of sex work. Absolutely a must see, bring your mom if you can.
Do I want different results? This is pretty much exactly the charmed life I imagined every time I rolled my eyes at an adult trying to explain to me that I can't have everything I want. That women in particular must choose, family or career and by the way neither will be particularly fun.
I am so grateful for my rebellious nature, and my commitment to pleasure.
