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It's nearly 12:30am. I'm just going to ramble - because it'll help me wind down and, hopefully, get to sleep soon. It's taken much longer than needed for a supposedly simple trip. I'm not teaching so it should be easy, right? Yeah right.
One suitcase consists of outfits for the Japan Fetish Ball. I couldn't decide between the Green Bunny or the Octopus Princess. So I brought both. With both sets of huge boots that go with each outfit.
Then the other suitcase contains the needs and comforts of every day, a few simple outfits to look sharp in Tokyo while networking with weirdly fabulous people and slumming around in the erotic underbelly of new Edo. A few books and boxes of chocolate for gifts, the portable light box, the winter fur throw from New Zealand to sleep on. I economized on the shoes. Other than the mega boots for the outfit I just have 3 pairs.
Somehow it all ended up adding up to 2 large checked bags and 2 carry-ons.
K was totally sweet and kept me company or stayed out of my hair as needed. That didn't mean that I stayed out of her hair much. LOL The kids, especially my stripey ones, were all over me. They know I'm leaving. King David is not pleased, no one bit.
I got a lot of e mails done. Lots of booking coming in for teaching in the first quarter of next year. The pre-Valentines tour looks totally insane. I tried to patch my trips together and it's going to be a doozie. But they're all my favorite places (with fabulous foods) so I don't mind one bit! (mmm seafood in Halifax!)
I didn't get around to finishing the e mails to the registered students of Passionate Bonds: D/s Protocols. (I'm teaching that with Laura Antoniou in Toronto later this month!) I'll need to do that on the flight. I'm really psyched that we finally get to do this in a way the two of us always wanted to.
I'm nervously excited about returning to Japan. I've been back a hand-full of times since then, but somehow I'm particularly on edge for this one. Or maybe I say that every single time. Yeah, I think I do. I feel like Urashima Taro after returning from the under sea Kingdom. I left my birth country long ago as there was no place for me. While I was away it may have turned into a place where there is a place for me - but can I find it?
Sato gaeri - it's a funny thing.
I'm also gathering more material for my Pink Japan: Contemporary Sex Culture presentation... (None of the venues have booked me for this great presentation in the near future, but it'll happen), and I'm also on a writing assignment for Carnal Nation.
All of which means I've just found a way to justify, socially and fiscally, slumming around in the sexuality culture, both commercial and otherwise. Which in Japan is decidedly not cheap. San Franciscans have no idea how cheap & easy (and I mean that in all the ways possible) their sexual self expression can be.
The dollar just dumped to the yen so life and exchange rate sucks - but fortunately cheap eats in Japan rocks so that won't be an issue. It just means I can't get all the toys and nifty adult manga that I want to get.
Also: Gotta try to track my mom down and spend time with her.
The fireworks at the SF Ball Park (the new one) was gorgeous tonight. I wonder what that was for? I love our home. I couldn't enjoy all this traveling if I didn't have such a great home and family to come back to.
on line rambling over... I'll mutter my way down the stairs to bed...
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