Feena's FetishFairyBlog

Ok guys, let’s face it: There really are a few huuuge idiots among all the shallow fetish people. They represent themselves as insiders or simply “stars”, sometimes get photoshoots they obtained by kissing someone’s ass – being entitled as “models” then – and attack other members of the scene as a hobby. These attacks can be rumours (”XY will cause you trouble”) , they can be blackmails (”do it or I’ll ruin your reputation”), scattered misinformations (”the party/fair you planned to attend has been cancelled”) or they try to set up people to each other (”XY says about you: …”). That’s nothing new, already happened to many people several times, including me.

And here comes the extraordinary part … almost everybody knows about these people and their legal problems. However, they still find some victims! For example: Model Z (that’s not me!) knows about this person, she has heard about that evil acts many times, from her own friends. Model Z happens to gets this person’s attention and lots of compliments, which are of course dishonest. Furthermore, there are promises – this person wants to help Z with her carreer! Blah blah blah… Sadly, our person has no private life, only the pretended role as an important guy in the scene (sometimes with added female fantasies *lol*), but luckily the model cares for him and calls him cute names. Blah blah.

Then it happens, our model suddenly gets trouble by the poor person. How could he! He lied at her and talked behind her back!! No wait, she knew about this behaviour all the time … but why didn’t she care!? That’s MY question! At least the poor person still has models K, L, M, N, O, P and Q. Funnily, he never has model friends for longer periods of time … just why? :P

This and the superficiality of most fetish people at parties (at party: “Heeeey babeeeyyyy, how are youuu?”, after party they practise ignorance) forces me to retire from the scene, at least for some time :) That’s sad, because it could be so much fun, if something didn’t went terribly wrong. Maybe you still meet me at work and then being drunk with my real friends in the backstage, talking shit about these idiots. ;)

THINK ABOUT YOUR SCENE!

I’m coming right from my A-levels school prom and writing from my bed. I’ve been drinking eight glasses of champagne but am not drunk… strange. ;) It was sooo terrific to see all the friends, people and teachers again, many of them probably for the last time, even if we all have sworn to stay in contact. Girls were beautifully styled and  wearing fancy ball gowns, most guys came in suits. The event began with a memorial picture of all graduates and the handover ceremony. After several speeches everybody was seperartly called and given his or her diploma with an applause. Then we left for the party. And I did wear a black ball dress instead of the planned latex dress … didn’t manage to glue in a zipper in time, while not-wanting to go in this absolute hobble dress. ;) But everbody has heard from that plan and was awaiting this dress … sorry! :(

They transformed the grammar school (which is in fact a huge old 3rd Reich building) into a spacious, high-class dance club and a large terrace with free BBQ and live music! It was sooo awesome. The dance floor inside was in a huge, white room, decorated with stucco all over, the light was dimmed and they even managed to organize white lounge furniture! :) Another lounge was located outside between pillars, which were 15 metres in height and very dramatically lit … this wasn’t my school but a very exclusive location, solely arranged for this night! *sigh* Luckily, some local photographers took memorial pictures of us all the time ;) We danced until 4 o’clock …

It was also a strange feeling to see the room again you got to know as your new class room “only” about 3 years ago, to notice all the old things again, even the postcard a classmate taped onto a wall to “beautify” the room, and remember them as it was yesterday! Back then, we were the newcomers at school and looked up to the graduates … I used the chance to smoke a ciggie in this room where everything started and took a little souvenir with me ;)

I will never forget this wonderful time … 67th graduates forever! ;)

Feenz

PS: I want to thank everybody of my school who reads this for the compliments about my dress and makeup :) And thanks for the pics.

• Listening to: Men at Work - Land Down Under
• Mood: enraptured

Sunday. I was happy to get four hours of sleep *lol* … before going to bed, Alexx was joking because he hadn’t to get up early for work. But I had to, to present another Blackstyle outfit on the fair. This time it was a pretol-coloured catsuit with mask and torpedo tits (a new option for their catsuits). It’s designer Anja was so proud of her creation, and even more proud when I told her how many compliments I got for this outfit! =) Shortly before the fair was ending, I left with my friend Claudia and Karen of Rubber 55 for catwalk rehearsals at the Matrix.

Sunday evening. At the venue – we were hungry, time to hunt some pizza. I ordered a salami pizza (”So you want a Kentucky? – I dont care how you call it!” and “Deliver to Matrix, backstage – Matrix club? Backstage? – Yeah trust me, just do it!”) and a cup of ice cream for us – typical model food. After our dinner, Karen, Claudia and I worked out our show until it worked for us. Then we went backstage again, started drinking and talked with Cassandra and other slowly arriving colleagues. After lots of waiting and already booming beats from the dancefloor, suddenly René – the guy in charge – arrived and told Karen that she has just won the “Best Fetish Design” award! Yaaaay! :D We three were so full of adrenaline and endorphine! Then the fashion shows started at half past eleven. It was our turn at around twelve and it almost worked like planned. We had a little timing mistake but successfully improvised to still make it look perfect in that way. ;) Ouuuh, I stood center front on the catwalk with my tits out :D *mwahaha*

Yeah, finished the show, we grabbed our friends backstage and went to the dancefloors. There was a closed lounge area and we asked the barkeeper if we could have it. “No, for GFB staff only. – *showing my pass* – Oh, yes, of course you can!” :D We turned out very horny that evening and danced and rubbed against each other in latex! ;D Last year we invented our game of throwing ice cubes into each other’s neckline, but this time we had catsuits on (or no top at all like me :D) and decided to play licking drinks off each other’s bodies instead! ;) However, we went to our hotels relatively early, at half past two after an extremely cool but exhausting extended weekend full of travel, party and modelling :)

Monday. Alexx drove me home after meeting a friend of mine for a sunny brunch in a street café at Häckescher Markt … =)

Now I’m looking forward to German Fetish Ball Weekend 2010 iiiin beautiful Hamburg!

Feenz

Hello fans :D I’m back from German Fetish Ball and it was the greatest GFB weekend E.V.E.R. :) But let’s start from the beginning…

Friday. Alexx and me arrived in the early evening and after checking in, we went straight to Hühnerhaus (a chicken grill in Berlin-Kreuzberg). I already had the briefing for Blackstyle on our way to Berlin by phone. Now the first party was waiting for us, Kinky Cocktails at the Fetish Fair’s basement bar. We arrived too early, when almost nobody was there (except for cute Marie Kalista and her friend). The menu was pricy and variety was limited, but nevertheless at the end we made as many acquaintances as we met old friends, that’s the main thing! :D We left for the hotel at three o’clock, much later as we planned to.

Saturday. Day one of the Fetish Fair began with a quest for coffee. But we decided to go right to the venue, the Spannwerk, because I had to be at the Blackstyle stand there at eleven. Luckily the Blackstyle people were not ready yet, so I had enough time to get my coffee and a croissant, before trying on the outfit. :) I was told to model the first(!) outfit made of 4D latex in the brand new colour Petrol on the whole planet … whoaaaaaaaaa!! (<– my reaction) … it consisted of black leggings and corset, a petrol-coloured top and a skirt on the same colour, which looks almost like blue, but would slightly shimmer turquiose when hit by a beam of light! :) The outfit was well accepted as I walked around and exhibited it, while reaching Gummibären (literal “rubber bears”, jelly babies, not condoms! :D) to the visitors. When it was closing time, Alexx and I went to finally get something for dinner and watch the DFB Cup soccer finale. My favourite club Werder Bremen won 1:0 against Bayer Leverkusen, yesssss, Werdeeeer, ohoouoh!!! :D :D :D Aaand… back to the hotel.

Still saturday. But ten o’clock, back in the hotel room. I was laying on my bed while considering if I should go to the Fetish Guerilla Revolution party at Kitkat Club … difficult, because soooo many people asked if they would meet me there and I was soooo tired! I decided to simply put a catsuit and comfy 12cm platform boots on and planned to leave early. I was right, because it was early on sunday (:D) when I left an impressive party with many of my friends, tasty drinks, good talks, interesting new people and veeery cool music! ;D

Feenz

Hey people! :) I’m back from Heilbronn, where I was shooting for the upcoming PVC fetish site Plastilicious.com – which is still under development now, so please bookmark if you like translucent plastic clothes ;)

Besides of that, we had lots of party, BBQ and pinball. Directly after being invited by the photographer I broke his highscore! ;D I even got a new dress which we decided to take a picture of right away. I’m strongly considering to wear it on the school prom ;)

For you Battlestar Galactica fans: Some weeks ago I told the photographer that I wanted a Basestar made of plush. Just because that sounded totally senseless and funny. :D The very next day he told me that he already got the material laying around, few days later that it was finished – haha, sure! :D Before the shoot we phoned and he spoke about the Basestar again. He noticed that I still wasn’t believing it and announced that he will send a photograph of it in a few minutes. I heard how he was actually asking his girlfriend where she put the picture … she really answered and told him that she isn’t going to sew a starship again! At this moment I considered that he maybe wasn’t joking …

I’m now sleeping with a huge, deadly and very cuddly Cylon mothership in my bed! ^.^

Feenz

The Obsession party was real fun :D The guests had beautiful outfits, even if not so many appeared in an outfit matching to the motto “Fetish Fairy Tales” (Oh my Gods, almost wrote “Fetish Fairy Tails” like the porn movie …). But sorry, no party pics, because of the “someone could recognize them” blah blah, ya know. They had ordered a photographer but he wanted €€€ for a single memorial picture and that’s the excuse for this time. ;)

Anyhow I met lots of old and new friends, made some new contacts and Peter of Fantastic Rubber borrowed me a corset made of lovely, glittery latex! REALLY glittery! :D So, what else? If you’re lucky you can see me on a popular fetish website in some months, I’ll tell you then!

Feenz

I wish you a Happy 2009!! :D Cheers!

(Actually, while you read this, I’m already on a unneccessarily expensive New Year’s Eve party in the local cinema with my Polish friends…)

Feenz

PS: The party was rubbish, way too crowded and expensive – luckily found a huge free ticket for LOTS of drinks lost in the crowd! xD