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Mid-Atlantic Leather 2006

After looking back at a whole bunch of event posts I have made on LJ over the past 5 years, I noticed that I almost always use the word "fucking" in them... and always in a very exuberant fashion.

So you'll please excuse my lack of originality when I say what a fucking great time this weekend was!


I'd be remiss if I didn't start this out by saying what a strange weekend this was. You see, this was the first time I have ever attended MAL without my sis, lolitasir. And, it was her first MAL missed since she started(?) attending in 1993. To say I missed having her is quite the understatement. And with everyone asking me where she was, it was certain she would be in my thoughts all weekend long.

But, I am happy to report I survived.

To give a run down of the entire weekend would take a very long time, and would make this an excessively long post, so I'll spare you and me. But, here are some of the highlights:

  • Quality time with my roommate, Michael H. I am such a lucky boy to have been able to spend so much time with Michael. We did 3 meals alone together, and several more with friends. We talked, and shared stories, and revealed more about each other than we ever knew. Friendship rocks.
  • Quality time with bostontim. Again, quickly growing to become one of my best friends, definetely a favorite play partner. I was asked this weekend if we were a couple, which I think was one of the sweetest things I have heard. Thank you for hanging out with me so much... I really felt like we were a team. And of course, our scene was a blast (thank you Sir... *wink*)
  • Quality time with slave_pug. I have this habit of going to a predominently men's weekends and walking away knowing that many men doubt my taste for the male gender due to the amount of time I spend with pug. And every year, I immedietely exclaim to anyone who wants to hear - I just don't fucking care. Sunday night in the lobby was downright magical. When you can stand in a lobby packed to the gills with hundreds of leathermen, and then all of a sudden, amongst the sounds of electrical crackling and singletails breaking the sound barrier, the world melts away and there is no one but me and her... incredible. I treasure every minute.
  • Meeting the LA Boys of Leather. What a great bunch of guys! (warning - Boymeat's biased opinions ahead.) This is one of the first groups I've seen since the very beginnings of the DC Boys that truly live my opinion of what a leatherboy really is. Youthful energy, rambunctionness, respect, and daringness to do anything, and be anything. Hot fucking damn. And here I thought I'd given up on that part of my life.
  • More Boston connections! Had my first scene with eric_mathgeek. Woo-hoo! Definetely not a one-night-stand. Oh yeah. Hot.
  • Fucking with a Boston bootblack all weekend long (not sure if I can call out her name here, so, anonymous it is. But, I think that's hot too.) Taught the joys of foot torture, and bra-whippings. Yes, I said bra. Laugh now, but know that it hurt like a motherfucker. Good times, yo. Good times.
  • Breaking my out-of-state rule. Usually, my rule is that I never play with NYCers out of state, unless I am in a relationship with them. I broke that rule this weekend at the Saturday night men's play party, and I'm glad I did. A new play partner, and a scene originally planned to make amends on a debt (he carried home my magazines and stored them for 3 months, and he asks me for a flogging in return... ha!) Haven't gone two-handed with a flogger for quite some time. Looking forward to knowing I will again someday. Sometimes, numbness in your arm is a sign of good things. *laughing*
  • Uniforms, electrical toys, hood, and my first gas mask. My wallet may be empty, but I and many others will be very happy for a long long time.
  • OK, got to tell this story - I'm with bostontim at the Fort Troff booth as he tries on a rubber gladiator kilt. I look at the Russian gas masks they have and try one on just to be a goofball. The vendor who is helping Tim comes over to me and casually blocks of the breathing tube. After a few moments,  I am left pulling the gas mask off and gasping for air. I turn to the salesman, look him straight in the eye and exclaim "You fucker." And then head straight for the cashier. Bastard.
  • Good conversations with friends, hearing compliments, getting work done, and actually observing the 5-2-1 rule pretty damn closely. (OK, I broke one of those provisions during a few days, but the people I were with were VERY appreciative for that. I love the dirty minds that come out at these things.)
  • Rainchecks with qnetter.
Whew! 'Til next year!

Comments

diekonigin
Jan. 17th, 2006 07:29 am (UTC)
I've vended across from the Troff guys when they first started doing IML years ago. They were always good fun! During the 2000 event, they wound up kidnapping my old slave and learning cop tricks from them.

FWIW, the Kansas City BOL are way freakin cool too. I popped the public cherry of their secretary a few years back at IMsL in a hot scene that was the hit of the weekend. They've always been my favorite boys, even though Christian is now in NYC :-)