Three great things that go great together?
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beetigerI hadn't particularly figured out when I'd go to the Renaissance Faire in Tuxedo this year, but I heard that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sushimare and possibly a bunch of my gamer friends and covenmates were going this Saturday, and Bard surprised me by responding. "Yeah, sure!" when I asked if he had any interest in going. The weekend before, I had seen Margaret Cho's new film. One of the many bizarre-but-true things she said was to note a strange connection between leather (BDSM), Star Trek, and Renaissance Fairs. So of course I had this firmly in mind when we arrived.
No Trek uniforms this year, not that I saw, anyway. More goth looks than BDSM style leather, though there was a bit of midriff-exposing leather fantasy armor on women. Lots of fairy wings made of gauze and wire, lots of horns. Maybe I've gone to Faire too many times the past few years, but I was mostly bored. The vendors are the same as every year, and the storyline doesn't change much. I found the singing wenches to be loud and off key, grating to my ears. The fake inconsistent "how fare thee, lady"accents got to me in a way they usually don't. (Bard, for reasons I don't understand, responded to them all in Welsh.) I found myself more likely to mentally respond to people in full furs and body armor with the reaction, "Gods, you look hot (overheated)" than with "Gods, you look hot (impressive/sexy)". But there were a few things I really enjoyed. The falconry show has been given a lovely new space, and they've an impressive collection of birds, including an Andean condor and an owl with the most orange eyes I'd ever seen.
I splurged and got one of the college students saving for a trip to Europe to henna my right hand, a long vine along my pointer finger, across my hand, and around my wrist, with complementary designs on the other fingers. I love the smell of henna, sweet and wet and spicy and earthy, and I managed to keep the paste on long enough that the designs staining my hand are a wonderful nut brown, darkest on the fingers where the bloodflow's near the surface, lighter along the back of the hand and wrist, but still clear and lovely. My coworkers are underimpressed, I'm afraid. "Did you go and get your hand tattooed or something, or did you just draw on yourself? (rolled eyes)". Didn't Madonna teach them all anything? At least I didn't have her draw a Kabbalistic tree of life...
sushimare and possibly a bunch of my gamer friends and covenmates were going this Saturday, and Bard surprised me by responding. "Yeah, sure!" when I asked if he had any interest in going. The weekend before, I had seen Margaret Cho's new film. One of the many bizarre-but-true things she said was to note a strange connection between leather (BDSM), Star Trek, and Renaissance Fairs. So of course I had this firmly in mind when we arrived.No Trek uniforms this year, not that I saw, anyway. More goth looks than BDSM style leather, though there was a bit of midriff-exposing leather fantasy armor on women. Lots of fairy wings made of gauze and wire, lots of horns. Maybe I've gone to Faire too many times the past few years, but I was mostly bored. The vendors are the same as every year, and the storyline doesn't change much. I found the singing wenches to be loud and off key, grating to my ears. The fake inconsistent "how fare thee, lady"accents got to me in a way they usually don't. (Bard, for reasons I don't understand, responded to them all in Welsh.) I found myself more likely to mentally respond to people in full furs and body armor with the reaction, "Gods, you look hot (overheated)" than with "Gods, you look hot (impressive/sexy)". But there were a few things I really enjoyed. The falconry show has been given a lovely new space, and they've an impressive collection of birds, including an Andean condor and an owl with the most orange eyes I'd ever seen.
I splurged and got one of the college students saving for a trip to Europe to henna my right hand, a long vine along my pointer finger, across my hand, and around my wrist, with complementary designs on the other fingers. I love the smell of henna, sweet and wet and spicy and earthy, and I managed to keep the paste on long enough that the designs staining my hand are a wonderful nut brown, darkest on the fingers where the bloodflow's near the surface, lighter along the back of the hand and wrist, but still clear and lovely. My coworkers are underimpressed, I'm afraid. "Did you go and get your hand tattooed or something, or did you just draw on yourself? (rolled eyes)". Didn't Madonna teach them all anything? At least I didn't have her draw a Kabbalistic tree of life...
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Date: 2002-08-05 09:40 am (UTC)Just curious...
"Is that some kind of mathematics or something? Ten circles and twenty-two lines. I was never good at math, you know."
-- Chip, who used to HAVE the Tree of Life as a poster in his room. His friends were worried for him.
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