i think my first munch was in the Beavercreek area, about two years ago, and it was funny that it didn’t seem to confine itself to only one restaurant. When dinner was done at one place, (i think it was a Marion’s pizza) the whole bunch just sort of wandered across the street to another place to get ice-cream! If anything served to give me the impression that Fightclub was not a place where i had to worry about standing on ceremony, that did.

Neither Sir nor i had done much in the way of our kink, yet, and we were both very new to the idea that we could talk about it to anyone and that it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. i think we were both pretty nervous about meeting an entire group of supposedly “kinky” people, (i was certainly terrified and embarrassed) but it was the desire to find like-minded people who wouldn’t judge us, that made us take the chance.

It was our friend, Colin, who introduced us to the group, and he was right there with us that night, to kind of help us feel like we had some moral support, and to keep us talking. To tell you the truth, i was more than surprised by how the night played out. We were 45 minutes late to the munch, (a circumstance that happens more often than not, i’m afraid, with us) but when we arrived, no one was upset in the slightest. People talked to us freely, and at least a few people seemed eager to get to know us. i remember people getting up and actually changing seats with each other,  just to be sure and get a moment to talk to Sir and i. (the table was long, and not everyone could talk at the same time)

One guy i met was wearing a tail, a big, fluffy, awesome TAIL, right out in public! And when i talked to him, he wasn’t odd or strange or creepy, (things i had feared) but was a perfectly normal, intelligent person.

i went home feeling pleasantly elated, and reassured that kinky people were, in fact, normal people. That one evening changed something about the way i looked at the BDSM culture, and kink in general. i met people from many different walks of life that night, with professions as normal and varied as you could think of. These people were in my age group, had busy lives and personal goals and growing careers, and they just happened to be incredibly kinky! Kinky people didn’t have to be mean, or creepy, and i had found someplace to go where i could feel that my choices, and my kink, would be respected.
Not to mention, the people were just fun to talk to.

So, i’d have to say that my first much was a success for me, even though i can’t remember a thing we talked about, or even if i had anything to eat. i remember the good people, and the good feelings, and that is what Fightclub became about for me. It was worth the nervous tremors of being a new person at a new place, to meet the people i met, and learn that it’s possible to be accepted even when you’re different.

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The first party i went to was, i think, the yearly School-Girl party, soon after our first munch, and it is still the reason why the School-Girl party is my favorite themed party each year. Colin told us about it, and Sir encouraged me to get all dressed up, and i had more fun than i would have admitted, at the time, wearing a little pink plaid pleated shirt and a white button-down. i was nervous enough for three people, because my skinny little legs were showing, and i was embarrassed, but a little good-natured humiliation never hurt anybody.

We called Colin from our car to tell him we were there, because we weren’t sure which house it was. i remember my relief when i saw him coming out the front door to greet us; he was dressed like a band teacher, and that got me all giggly and in the mood for a party right away. The first thing i remember once we got into the house, was meeting a man all dressed up in the cutest school-girl outfit, and i loved the shoes he had on so much, that i couldn’t stop staring at them. Before i even said “hi” i blurted out, “Oh my gosh, i LOVE your shoes!” Luckily, people at Fightclub don’t tend to get offended by nervous flibbertigibbets who find themselves fixated on really cool shoes! The conversation that nervous blurt started got me talking to several other people too, and i quickly found that no one seemed to think me too far out of the ordinary. i was so happy to see so many short skirts and so many obviously kinked-out and friendly people, that the whole first part of the party is a blur to me – a happy blur that included lots of good munchies.

Sir checked out the basement first, (which was the designated play-area) to give me a chance to sit upstairs and feel comfortable, and then He came and took me down for a look too. It was nice. Not too big, not too small, and not at all intimidating to someone like me. (Thank heaven) we got to sit around and talk quietly to a few people, before someone came down to play, and then we watched some light play for awhile. i enjoyed it, but being the bashful person i sometimes am, i needed air, before i exploded from sheer embarrassment. We went outside and sat on the swings in the host’s yard, and Bronson came out for some air too. It turned out that he was fairly new to the group as well, and he was as relieved as we were to find a group to play and talk with that didn’t set off his “way too weird for me” buttons. All in all, we agreed, that the world would be much more accepting of kink in general, if they had any idea how completely not-crazy it’s practitioners were.

If i recall rightly, that entire first party was talking and meeting people, for us. There was no pressure to play, but we knew that if we wanted to, all we had to do was wait for a turn in the play area. We watched, we asked questions, we learned. (i think Jen showed Sir how to properly use a cane on my butt, which i remember being all excited and a-tremble about) And we got it firmly set in our minds that this really was OK, and that we weren’t alone.  Plus, there were LOTS of fun things out there to do, that we hadn’t tried yet. It was a good feeling.  And there are lots of things out there, still for us to try, at future parties.

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