Having given more consideration to my Frolicon weekend, I can say that I met and fulfilled this goal as I planned. More so, even. I keep a vision board and try to update it regularly. With some new goals and the new month, I shuffled some stuff around and replaced others. I observed that I had put a lot of intention towards this past weekend. I realize I got a lot of what I had asked for, even the things I wasn’t aware I was asking for. I kept a fortune from my fortune cookie the week before which said “Five will be your lucky number this week”(and it was). I knew I wanted “A”, but I didn’t say that I would take this particular action, or pursue that specific course. When I got “A” or “B”, it was through a path I had not planned at all, and only by looking back could I see the steps that took me there. I’ve always had trouble with the concept that we should set our intentions, then get out of our own ways. I have often tried to force a resolution along a route I chose, and got frustrated when it ran off tracks. This year I have learned more about setting a strong intention, remaining open to opportunity, and accepting that my way may not be the best or only way. Maybe that belongs under a different goal, but it served me well on this one.
It was a Sexy weekend. The atmosphere was super charged with corporal energies. You could feel it on the elevators, walking the halls, gathering on the outdoor patio. Sex and sexuality were the themes. Nothing appeared off limits, nothing appeared out of the norm. There was a good deal of drunken frat house behavior, mostly from the younger men. But amongst the older crowds there was a sobriety of attitude that worked to sharpen the sexual senses.
It was Sensual. There was plenty of nakedness, barefootedness, hugging, kissing, fondling, nibbling and smiling. Everyone was free to express themselves in the manner that suited them the most. There were areas where a dress code was appropriate, and areas where there was no dress code, where the more naked you were, the more natural you felt. And in a media-driven society where all the focus is on youth, beauty and slim, firm bodies, it was a relief to see that everyone was comfortable. Age, weight, body shape, gender identity, sexual preferences were all accomodated under one shelter of acceptance. You could be a tall, tanned, slim, blond, knockout female strolling around in a leather g-string and fuck-me heels, or you could be a short, balding, beer-bellied guy with graying sideburns… and be strolling around in a leather g-string and fuck-me heels. Single, married, straight, gay, transgender, fetish this, fancy that… there was no one to judge you or condemn you. There’s a song that goes: ♬ “The freaks come out at night…” ♬. We all have many sides to ourselves, some we rarely or never show. Some we hide under layers of shame and guilt. It was sensually good to have a weekend where such things were not restricted to the dark, not called freakish or immoral.
And it was Sinful. Full of sin. Not the propoganda sin foisted by religious hardliners, not the disobedience to God sin. Not the “deadly” sin that damns someone. These were the “venial” sins, the sins of Living. Enjoying food, sex and carnality, drink, play and frivolity. These are not the sins on a par with hate-crimes and murders, rape, domestic abuse, theft from the poor, cruelty to animals, the plunder of the environment for fiscal profit, the deception of consumers to promote a harmful product, harming children or doing wicked things under the banner of piety and holiness. There are some people who would say that I should attone for my sins this weekend, that I have fallen from grace and need to seek forgiveness from a divine source. But I don’t feel the need to repent or apologize or explain.
And I think that is, in part, the point of Frolicon. 4 years ago