FAQ Party - 17 december
2005
We had been thinking about giving a show or demo for a while - we've been playing in public often for a few years, so why not - when the opportunity came along to do a demo and to sell pluu's homemade bdsm toys at the same party, the FAQ Party at Club Organza. Below is an illustrated report by pluu, and even further below are some pictures.
Saturday, December
17th we had our very first show at the FAQ-party in Maarssen. Friday
the 16th I was ILL. Damn, of course; I'd hadn't slept well for a few
nights, felt dead tired, stood flabby on my legs, dropped everything
from my hands, only wanted to go to bed. I didn't even dare to go to
the supermarket alone anymore: I'd come home by bicycle, but I didn't
feel traffic-safe anymore, I fell aslaeep riding. How was the show to
go on?
I myself was convinced: Wether I'd get better or not, I wanted to go through. I wasn't nauseaus, no diarrhoea, no big headaches or other pain... just tired. I knew my body; when necessary, I can be not-ill for a few hours. Adrenaline, endorphines, when I finally hang my body can't go back anyway, so I'll peak for half an hour. G^ had a different mindset. "We'll decide tomorrow if we go through or cancel, if you'll feel like this tomorrow, I'm not gonna tie you up." He didn't want to give a show, let alone a first show, with an ill pluutje. So, after half a fight, to bed and sleep. At night, after some slaap and some vitamine-rich food (made by g^), I already felt a lot better. So we packed all our stuff and went to bed; The show was to go on.
Saturday the 17th I woke up at 9 a.m., despite my strong intention to sleep late. I felt a lot more fit than I had expected. The remainder of the day was fot packing and preparation. Apart from the show, I was also to have a stand for selling my homemade bdsm toys, and we only had a ride from Hilversum, where we were gonna sleep at night; so, apart from the ropes, there was a lot of packing to do. By train to Hilversum, finding the house of our ride, eat, change clothes... Although we were the act we had to conform to the dresscode at the party anyway, otherwise we would be stopped by the doorbitch. With some borrowed stuff we came a long way, so in strange clothes, packed and ready, we went off towards the FAQ party.
The party started
at 10 p.m., but around 10.30 it was still almost quiet, apart from a
few regulars. It was to remain rather quiet for the rest of the evening
as weel; we hadn't been lucky in setting the date, at the same night
there were some 5 other fetish parties. Lousy for the sales; I hardly
sold anything. Not that bad for the show though; pretty relaxed to do
our first show in a not-so-busy club. It was strange enough as it was;
pretty loud dance music, less lights than we're used to. The
organisation was very helpful. At our request the DJ played a little
more relaxed music during our show, and a staff member stayed close to
guarantee our safe play space.
I felt remarkably
fit before the show. My sickness of the day before had made me prepare
for the worst; I had counted on being wasted, if not from the start,
then after a few minutes in the air, but I had set my mind on going
through. That combination of psychologically preparing for something
heavy, while being physically fitter than expected gave me an enormous
amount of energy. So I was dancing in the suspension and spinning in
the ropes (g^'s response: show-off!!), and was having a great time. Not
everything went according to our plans; the show was a little shorter
than we had meant it to be, and the ropes had become a little
messed up by all my spinning around, so changing position took g^ a
little bit longer than usual. But no-one from the audience has noticed
anyway. I hung deliciously, and to my feeling, it was over way too
quickly.
After the show I
was accompanied to a sit-corner, still in a few ropes, and fed some
orange juice. The organiser of the party sat next to me, and started
chattering cheerfully to me. I didn't understand half of it, as I'm not
used to communicating over loud dance-music - I don't get how people
are able to. What I did pick up was positive; that they had found it a
beautiful show and that I had gotten compliments from some of the
guests that I was so "real" and communicative. Yep, pluu snarles and
wiggles, even at a show. I had even restrained myself, not once was I
louder than the music.
After the show I felt free and elated, I didn't have to save my energy anymore, so I wanted to dance for a while. So with ropes and all, my hands still tied at my back, I went on the dancefloor, g^ sighing behind me ("do we really have to?"). Eej, I'm not in a fetish-disco everyday, I can let go for a while, can't I???
Gallery
We had been thinking about giving a show or demo for a while - we've been playing in public often for a few years, so why not - when the opportunity came along to do a demo and to sell pluu's homemade bdsm toys at the same party, the FAQ Party at Club Organza. Below is an illustrated report by pluu, and even further below are some pictures.
Saturday, December
17th we had our very first show at the FAQ-party in Maarssen. Friday
the 16th I was ILL. Damn, of course; I'd hadn't slept well for a few
nights, felt dead tired, stood flabby on my legs, dropped everything
from my hands, only wanted to go to bed. I didn't even dare to go to
the supermarket alone anymore: I'd come home by bicycle, but I didn't
feel traffic-safe anymore, I fell aslaeep riding. How was the show to
go on?I myself was convinced: Wether I'd get better or not, I wanted to go through. I wasn't nauseaus, no diarrhoea, no big headaches or other pain... just tired. I knew my body; when necessary, I can be not-ill for a few hours. Adrenaline, endorphines, when I finally hang my body can't go back anyway, so I'll peak for half an hour. G^ had a different mindset. "We'll decide tomorrow if we go through or cancel, if you'll feel like this tomorrow, I'm not gonna tie you up." He didn't want to give a show, let alone a first show, with an ill pluutje. So, after half a fight, to bed and sleep. At night, after some slaap and some vitamine-rich food (made by g^), I already felt a lot better. So we packed all our stuff and went to bed; The show was to go on.
Saturday the 17th I woke up at 9 a.m., despite my strong intention to sleep late. I felt a lot more fit than I had expected. The remainder of the day was fot packing and preparation. Apart from the show, I was also to have a stand for selling my homemade bdsm toys, and we only had a ride from Hilversum, where we were gonna sleep at night; so, apart from the ropes, there was a lot of packing to do. By train to Hilversum, finding the house of our ride, eat, change clothes... Although we were the act we had to conform to the dresscode at the party anyway, otherwise we would be stopped by the doorbitch. With some borrowed stuff we came a long way, so in strange clothes, packed and ready, we went off towards the FAQ party.
The party started
at 10 p.m., but around 10.30 it was still almost quiet, apart from a
few regulars. It was to remain rather quiet for the rest of the evening
as weel; we hadn't been lucky in setting the date, at the same night
there were some 5 other fetish parties. Lousy for the sales; I hardly
sold anything. Not that bad for the show though; pretty relaxed to do
our first show in a not-so-busy club. It was strange enough as it was;
pretty loud dance music, less lights than we're used to. The
organisation was very helpful. At our request the DJ played a little
more relaxed music during our show, and a staff member stayed close to
guarantee our safe play space.I felt remarkably
fit before the show. My sickness of the day before had made me prepare
for the worst; I had counted on being wasted, if not from the start,
then after a few minutes in the air, but I had set my mind on going
through. That combination of psychologically preparing for something
heavy, while being physically fitter than expected gave me an enormous
amount of energy. So I was dancing in the suspension and spinning in
the ropes (g^'s response: show-off!!), and was having a great time. Not
everything went according to our plans; the show was a little shorter
than we had meant it to be, and the ropes had become a little
messed up by all my spinning around, so changing position took g^ a
little bit longer than usual. But no-one from the audience has noticed
anyway. I hung deliciously, and to my feeling, it was over way too
quickly.After the show I
was accompanied to a sit-corner, still in a few ropes, and fed some
orange juice. The organiser of the party sat next to me, and started
chattering cheerfully to me. I didn't understand half of it, as I'm not
used to communicating over loud dance-music - I don't get how people
are able to. What I did pick up was positive; that they had found it a
beautiful show and that I had gotten compliments from some of the
guests that I was so "real" and communicative. Yep, pluu snarles and
wiggles, even at a show. I had even restrained myself, not once was I
louder than the music.After the show I felt free and elated, I didn't have to save my energy anymore, so I wanted to dance for a while. So with ropes and all, my hands still tied at my back, I went on the dancefloor, g^ sighing behind me ("do we really have to?"). Eej, I'm not in a fetish-disco everyday, I can let go for a while, can't I???
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