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Inferno 45 [Sep. 21st, 2016|08:58 am]
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It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong


Writing the post-Inferno post is always difficult; whether describing it after it’s over, or just putting it into words at all. I try every year, and I only think I’ve really managed it once or twice. (ETA: I at least managed a lot of words…)

We all say it at some point, that we describe it to the Muggles in our lives as “a family vacation,” and it’s always the truth, but it seemed even more so this year. Session A to the people who left on Sunday surely didn’t seem to have anything wrong with it, but looking at the run as a whole, it was more of a three-day lead-in to session B. So many of us were there for the whole time, not feeling any pressure to squeeze everything into two days, keeping track of who *wasn’t* staying and needed some of our A time. It had a bit more of a social, catching-up feel. Not that there wasn’t plenty of activity, but it was a more relaxed energy. I wondered sometimes if I’d get around to playing (I did), but would have been just fine if I hadn’t. In B we really got down to business in a couple of those golden days where everything gels. Peaceful…happy…lots of walking around thinking “I like it here.” Not that all that peace and love didn’t leave time for nasty, perverted goings-on. Monday: nap, duty, nap, eat, play, eat, play, eat, play, eat, sleep. The gas masks got more use than usual. The electric bag went out a couple times, less than some years. The other half of my scenes, I went equipped with only myself. My energy was already bubbling over by midnight Tuesday and my annual date with the single tail, so there was less of it than other years, but only in terms of marks on my back. Groan, bounce, growl, dance, giggle, repeat.

And I noticed things about my playing that I don’t think I had before…things I didn’t go into with particular plans came out with the same sort of structures, a theme-and-variations beating with an amazing push and pull of energy, coming out of a scene and noticing other people in the room for the first time since starting. I have some old favorite tunes, mostly ones I try not to play the same each time, but I still come up with some I make up as they go along, the hey-let’s-go-do-something ones that just grow from whatever inspiration strikes at the time. Seventeen Infernos in, I can’t by any means say I don’t repeat myself, but I’m still finding myself doing new things, learning new aspects of my own kinks, getting to know people I’ve sorta known for years.

The header lyrics were brought to mind by a great chat Saturday with a a man attending for his second year. I’m sure we met last year, but not in such depth. It led into how we ended up there, and he said a lot about how it felt like home to him from the minute he walked in last year. It’s a feeling I know well. I’ve both greeted and been greeted at the gate with “Welcome home.” There’s nowhere I’d rather be, and it wouldn’t occur to me to skip it. It’s not not necessarily something everyone gets, and that’s OK, we can’t expect everyone who comes to find the same thing. There’s probably some middle ground of people who keep coming back but not for the same reason, I don’t know, I guess there must be. We definitely get some newbies who don’t see what they want in it and don’t return. Even some longtimers stop finding what they’re looking for, though not before leaving their mark and remaining with us in spirit.

Memories and spirits are always with us. I wrote several years ago about an amazing early-morning talk with Parker, who had well over 30 years of experience and knowledge and sharing, and who died in May this year. I missed him often, especially on the early-morning duty shifts, when he’d come in for coffee and chat before his dungeon-opening shift. And I found out midway through that one of my dearest Inferno buddies left us last fall, a couple years after the sudden death of his husband, who had brought him into the Inferno family. They, like others before them, left part of themselves in our hearts and in the place. The run, like S&M, is built on institutional memory and knowledge, and everyone who has been intimately involved with it leaves some of themselves behind. It’s not for nothing that we toast our predecessors, and often those who’ve yet to join us.
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