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Last night I attended a group discussion event centered around kink. While I was geared up for it as someone who knows a thing or two on the subject, I was also conscious of the fact that I was going to be surrounded by a lot of folks who have a lot more experience actually *doing* it than I do.

Boy was I wrong. I held court. I was having to STOP myself from talking too much, but only because people were interested in what I had to say. So many times I raised and lowered my hand as a point of discussion progressed, until finally I decided I couldn't not tie together the points mentioned.

The party was a 6 year anniversary celebration of a cafe-turned-bar that I frequented over the course of me getting therapy for my transition. During that time I befriended the owners, a lovely foreign couple, who got to see my progress over the years. Seeing them that night was amazing.