Logan Airport, Boston, Massachusetts, 6:44 am.
Last Saturday, I attended an “ad-hoc unconference on sexuality” called KinkForAll. At a glance, the event title can be misleading. The word “kink” brings to mind a specific set of activities. But KinkForAll is not only about kinky sex, but all expressions of sexuality, especially those that are not mainstream.
I arrived at the event with my laptop. I had missed the first set of presentations, because I had a few errands to complete in the morning. But I stayed for the rest of the day and live-tweeted what I could. The atmosphere was very casual. The presenters encouraged discussion, and often one of us would interrupt with a comment or a question. I felt very relaxed; it was freeing to be able to talk about kink so openly.
Other people have also tweeted about the event: Look for the #KFABOS and #KinkForAll hashtags on Twitter. The master list of media and responses can be found on the KinkForAll Boston website.
I didn’t tag all of my tweets with the #KFABOS hashtag, so I collected the relevant tweets here in chronological order.
I have lived far down on the B line at Packard’s Corner. I have also lived in Kenmore Square. I now live in Fenway. I have lived in Boston long enough to appreciate every single word of this letter:
That sucks about the fare hike huh? Anyway let’s talk about proper transit etiquette when one is crammed onto a metal tube with a bunch of strangers, yeah?
1) When you’re about to get on a train, you need to realize people are getting off of it. Wait your turn, the train conductors stick their heads out the window looking for people like you, they see you, they’re not going to pull away while you’re half in the door, even if some of you deserve it.

It’s just after Labor Day, and my possessions have found a new home among the streets of Fenway. I’ve already been here many times before, so I already know the neighbor necessities, haunts, and quirks. But while I was previously here as a loved guest, now I am here to stay. The new and returning college students are filling the streets to start a new semester, but I am also doing something new: I’m rebooting my life in Boston.
Byrnes and I were at The Pour House last Friday. I ordered The Rejuvenator—a mix of vodka, Gatorade, juice, and a flashing ice cube.



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