I spent most of the day traveling from noisy city to hilly country. The sky let fall a handful of hail as the last of fourteen kinky queers gathered in a giant rental property. People immediately set up rope hard points and made dinner. We all sat down to discuss dreams we’d like to manifest, and consent. Everyone is cool as fuck, safety aware, and capable in their chosen roles. No beginners, no bullshit. Lots of self-awareness and support. Being here is already a dream made manifest.