"Past times are pastimes" Marshall McLuhan.
I participated in another tea party. I think I have been involved in 5 so far this year, so in my social circles tea parties are fairly common. My tea party took place at an event where there were other elaborate scenes including a pageant for little girls over the age of 21, and an equestrian event.
I have been thinking about such events as tea parties, which from one perspective are sorts of re-enactments of historical events. I think they are not thought of that way, because most tea parties don't end in a pile of corpses, (unless you go to a Borgia tea party). My first experience with this sort of role playing was when I attended The Sissy Maid Academy, no longer in existence, which I described in this blog, two and a half years ago. It was a transforming experience for me. I learned about the possibilities of bringing some of these common tranny fantasies to life in a safe and insane environment.
So I have done a lot of them now, and while they are clearly for the serving staff, the realization of a sexual fantasy, For the mostly female guests, they are a form of re-enactment. Some of the ladies wear period clothing, and the elegance, and formality of the proceedings hearken back to a time when there were Ladies and Maids, and good stuff like that. And for this server at least, the excitement of the event is less sexual than it is good old fashion playing including princesses, and saucy maids. They latter I guess being missing from most young girls dress up repertoire. And if you look beyond the tea pots and tables into the larger event, there are lots and lots of adults playing dress-up in leather and lace, and playing together. The accepted term in fact for scenes between consenting adults at these event is "play". And if you move beyond the parking lot of the event and peer into the community that surrounds it, there are all sorts of people hunched over screens engaged in World of Warcraft, and Second Life, and a host of other adventures beyond my limited familiarity. And of course in the closets of some number of my fellow fanatics, the uniforms of old wars, and for a few Star Wars!... Quite a bit of fantasy it seems to this observer in and out of the bedroom.
For me the tea party is a place where I may meet people who may be interested in pursuing more explicitly sexual play, but at the party they really only want tea served by adorably dressed maids. And in that time and place that is really all I want: to be adorably dressed and competent maid and to serve buckets of tea, and sweet and savoury delights. An example; just last night I was at a party, and began talking with a charming woman. She remarked "Didn't you serve at the tea party?" referring to the event of the week before. Small world! ( At least I live in a small world) I was delighted to converse with her, and she took some interest in me. (I mean what dominant lady in her right mind wouldn't having seen me walk the walk and talk the talk ("Can I serve fill your cup Maam?")
And these are truly remarkable times we live in, where you can be a confederate captain, a cross dressed member of the red army, a sissymaid, or a Wookie.
If you don't believe me, look it up in the Wookiepedia.
