Babygrrl, Dawn Marie, Bill and Pandora

I'm embarassed to say that this is THE only picture I have in my possession of me at ABW. That being said, Jason Hendrix tells me that I was in the Washington Blade in a really fantastic picture of my formalwear. I've yet to see it!

Lots of interesting things happened at ABW. Pocketpig went to the doctor with an infected arm and leg. George Wong held court with us in the lounge of the hotel and counseled IML hopefuls. I met Jazz Thomas for the first time as "a slave" and we all had a number of interesting conversations on switching, being a slave, and the power dynamic of D/s. And, I manged to pull my resources and find us food at 1am in Arlington. (However, I did fail to connect with my mentor Mac, as I was driving folks from Philadelphia and didn't have liberty to run around at will.)

I also met a man who told me that organ failure is "meant to happen" and that all of these people should just die rather than get a transplant. He quit being a firefighter because fighting them is pointless.....things are meant to burn and be destroyed. I'm really glad I don't have to go through life with that outlook, and when I think I'm having a bad day, I just think of this conversation and know that I am not the worst one off in the world. His issue is apparently far more deep than just ink on a donor card, eh?