MFF – a brief review

So Midwest Furfest was an amazing time, as always. Here's a few things that happened there. (There are adult things that sort of happened around me, fair warning, so viewer discretion is advised.)

Novel: my publisher brought 22 copies because that's about what he usually sells per book. He obviously didn't see me coming. I sold out in four hours and could easily have sold 60 more, no question. (What can I say? I get around. :) )

Ended up running into a guy that tried to move too fast. I wanted friendship. He wanted sex that night. It was... well, awkward, to say the least. Many thanks to Lauren Faul for pulling me out of the jam.

We formed the MFF crew. Our exploits are things of legend.

Went to an amazing party with our MFF crew. Originally they were playing classical music, but we stepped in and started Djing ourselves. Dancing and singing were had. However this party apparently acts like Cinderella – after 11PM things change. I went to get a drink when Corey tapped my shoulder and said “Don't look now, but there's dicks on the table.” I looked.

Sure enough, at 11PM the party apparently turned into a Gear party. Not to get into too many details but imagine a guy bound up in black... _materials_, laid out on a table, exposed for the party to see. Against the black spandex and leather it was pretty obvious to see what was and was not “tabled” for that night's agenda.

Me, being a hardened, 7-year veteran of furry cons, just nodded and put a wall between me and the action.

(I just made a parliamentary BDSM joke. I'm kind of proud of myself. :) )

Next morning I spent some time in the Video Game room on hearing somebody call for Smash Bros. Players. I spent an hour handing a couple of Smash Bros. Brawl players their asses. Then Rockband happened – notably, there was Bee Gees and “Whip It” for that ironic touch. I need to get that game, honestly.

Then there was an hour of playing with Photobooth – Corey will hopefully provide video sooner than later – before the Saturday night party began. I went light on the drinking, seeing as my Friday didn't end too hot, but we were really having too much fun to care. First, a singalong. We found a piano and proceeded to sing “Fuck you” by C-Lo at the top of our lungs. Many other songs came after that. Then, a fursuit dance, where we partyboyed any lonely fursuiter on the floor. From there we had a massage party, where Kaze gave everybody massages and said whatever came to his mind. Oh, and there was dancing.

On Sunday I got roped into helping a friend – who at the time was a pop-and-locking panda bear – rope in attendants for a fursuit dance panel. Being a lover of the cold sell and old-school barking I made myself a good fag-hag and dragged fursuits into the panel. My payment? Salsa lessons from him and JD Puppy. (I'm told I was grinning like an idiot.) Then, since Steve really wanted singing lessons as well, I led the room through a barbershop tag. (Watching their faces when the final major chord rang was pretty awesome.)

Oh, I did a novel reading on Sunday as well. I didn't realize just how nerve-wrecking that process was; my face was buried in a book so I couldn't see how the audience was responding, and because people are respectfully quiet at a reading there is simply no external feedback as to whether the reading s going well or going terribly. That, and I was reading for friends and couldn't exactly avoid the feeling that I was dragging them into something boring. Thankfully the reading was well-received and people seemed to enjoy themselves.

That night was full of drinking, dancing, and after-con parties. Dead Dog was a wall-to-wall affair and full of pretentious hipsters. We ended up at Dead Horse, which was frankly a ton more fun.

That, and I got to meet Kamber, so that was fun. :)

With the exception of Friday night this was probably one of the best cons I've ever attended. Good people, good times, and just the right amount of activity to keep us busy.