Making a Ponyboy

I'll confess to something. I'm new. New to blogging and new to pony play. I have been posting my thoughts on my transitional experience on some internet lists and someone suggested blogging instead. OK. Here goes nothing.

One word before I start. This blog will contain language that, while not crude in its terms may still offend the sensitive. I will be talking about things kinky and out of the ordinary. I sincerely doubt I will rise to the level of pornography (I'm not that talented, frankly), but you will get more than a dose of stuff to make you go, "Hmmm..." Whatever you may think of it, the notion that it offends someone only points out the fact they are reading it. Do with that what you will.

But keep your kids out, OK?

So a little history. Several years ago, a friend of mine traveled to the Fetish Fair Flea Market in Boston where she saw a ponyboy for the first time. I don't remember her description other than something about a saddle and a butt plug with a tail hanging from it. She was laughing too much to be truly coherent. Overall, the description and concept sounded a little wacky especially given the way she was relating it. But I filed the information away wondering if it would ever be of use to me.

Let me explain something. If you ever told me that I would be the slightest bit interested in leather, bondage, dominance and submission, or sadomasochism even a few months ago, I would have suggested you take a pill. Nothing interested me less and I had an aversion to pain to boot. But life has odd ways of throwing down the gauntlet and making you rethink things - often on the fly.

I have a dear friend (it always starts with a dear friend, doesn't it?) who it turns out loves to train human ponies. I had never known about this until early last June when she posted a note to a list serve giving details of her time at Camp Crucible over Memorial Day Week. She talked about ponies in a very matter of fact way and it took me just a couple of paragraphs to realize that the ponies themselves were human beings playing the role of ponies.

Ponyboys and ponygirls...the file drawer in my brain opened and I suddenly remembered the laugh riot I had shared a few years ago on the subject. But rather than simply dismiss this as whimsical nonsense (or abuse as some on that list were doing), I decided to check it out.

And along came Google.

Looking at all of the images and reading the many web pages I found about pony play was a serious eye opener. For starters, nobody was laughing. There was plenty of humor, but nobody was making fun of the idea. Looking closer, I began to realize that this was something I wanted to know more about personally. In fact, I really discovered that I wanted to be a ponyboy.

Writing to my dear friend, I asked her what it would take to get involved. I don't know if that surprised her or not, but she invited me to subscribe to her pony list and check it out there. I also subscribed to a BDSM list in order to look at the wider scene to see how that ocean fit together with the very small pond that is pony play.

I spent the following three months talking about pony play and learning all that I could about it, but it wasn't until September that I was actually able to attend my first pony play event. The details of that experience can be found in the next post here.

For the record, I'm a perfectly sane and healthy individual. In fact, I haven't been this healthy in many years. Two years ago, I weighed in at 226 pounds with a 40 inch waistline. My knees ached constantly and it was dangerous getting down the stairs every morning. I was starting to wonder when I'd suffer my first heart attack despite the relative health of my family.

I started on the South Beach Diet in July of 2005 and began losing weight. I had not heard of pony play at that time, but I needed to change things. By May of this year, I was down to about 194 pounds. After discovering pony play (and reading on one web site that this is NOT a fetish for the lazy), I worked harder on the diet and started exercising. I am now down to 174 pounds (11 pounds lower than my original goal), have taken 6 inches off my waist (I can finally see my tender vittles when I look down!), have lost the pain in my knees and have started showing off some decent muscles in both my legs and abs. Whatever anyone thinks of people dressing up and behaving like ponies, the whole scene has made me a much healthier person. If that offends you, I don't want to know you.

One last thought. I consider this blog a living document. That means I will come back and edit it frequently - including the older posts. I am told that I write well, but I do not write quickly and I feel free to change what I have written over time if I think it will improve the reading experience. Everything in this blog is based on my own experiences and is factual unless clearly stated otherwise. Any resemblance of the characters I mention to people that you know is probably coincidence. People I mention by name have given their consent for its use or are already all over the Internet.

Now...on with the show!