Last minute details are always the funnest ones.
So, for those of you going to TES Fest this weekend and would like to be part of the festivities...
Can you take two fists up one orifice? If so, e-mail me!!! BoymeatTES at aol dot com.
Can you take an enema? Can you do it in front of an audience? If so, e-mail me!!! BoymeatTES at aol dot com. Position filled! *rimshot*
Do you know someone who can do the above things, and that person will be at TES Fest? If so, e-mail them!!! And then, have them e-mail me!!!
This has been an announcement from the Council Of People Needing People To Get Things Shoved Up Their Nether Regions.
07/03/2008 |
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TES Fest is right around the corner, work is insane this week, and life is swirling around like a maelstrom right now.
Stressed?
You betcha.
07/01/2008 |
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I'm not ready to talk about Leather Retreat yet. I had a brilliant amount of fun, and did succeed at my previous goal of whoring. I had amazing time with friends, and I met new ones. I lost some major parts of me, and I might have gained some as well.
I'm not sure when I'll be ready to talk about it. But to everyone who crossed my path at camp, thank you. And to OINK, thank you.
I will tell you a brief story though. Reading comics as I grew up, I always fantasized about being a male version of Catwoman. A sleek creature dressed in black, sneaking in and out of apartments late at night and grabbing whatever touched my fancy. This morning proved that I should ponder more about any future career changes.
Because this morning I somehow managed to lock myself inside my apartment. That's right, I didn't lock myself out, I locked myself in.
I'm special, you see.
How I did it is really immaterial. But I will tell you that I found myself with my doorknob in my hand, staring incredulously at my locked door, and wondered if I had found myself in a bizarre episode of The Twilight Zone as the minutes ticked by and I became later and later from work. I started calling my super, leaving several messages before paging him at his emergency number. I called ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lolitasir, praying that she was awake and would be willing to bring her set of keys to my place to free me from this consensual bondage.
Eventually the super was able to send someone to free me. He looked at my predicament with amazement... this lock malfunction simply isn't supposed to happen. They are designed to prevent precisely what had occurred. And still, because it is me, and my life, it had.
I was 40 minutes late for work in a morning where I was originally going to be 15 minutes early. But I'm a free man now, an escapee from the most bizarre bondage I have experienced to date.
So, cat burglar? Nope. Since I can't even break out of an apartment, I probably shouldn't attempt breaking in.
07/01/2008 |
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I think I just finished packing for Leather Retreat which starts tomorrow. By my last count, I am bring 7-8 bags of varying sizes. One bag for clothes, one bag just for a pair of boots and a fan, one bag with singletails, one bag with floggers, one bag with assorted toys such as stun guns, clothespins, and lots of metal cuffs, one bag with the air mattress and sheets, one bag with the Nasty Pig playsheets, one bag with towels and a straight jacket.
And a cane case. Of course.
I plan on being a total whore at camp. Hurrah!
Tomorrow morning I throw in some last minute toiletries, and I'm done. *whew*
In another tangent... I have to say, I'm having a lot of fun with men lately. These past 2 years have brought me closer to the men's leather community than I have ever been before. I recently joined Recon, and I'm having a blast running into all my friends. Just got into a message exchange with one of the IML competitors, which is really cool. It's nice to know Recon might keep me in touch with these men.
Yeah, I'm kind of boy crazy right now.
06/24/2008 |
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I think someone asked for pictures.
Big thanks to slave barb for these! I only wish there were more of spikydave... if you could all see what I was watching. Mmmmm. Happy birthday Spiky!!!
06/23/2008 |
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The rain had been on and off threatening all day long. We would feel a few drops now and then, but otherwise it left us alone.
Until around 5 PM. Then the rain came.
I was wearing my classic denim jeans with the leather stripes down the side and the biker leather reinforcement My Wesco Jobmasters were laced up tight, hugging my ankles and calves, almost up to my knees. A black t-shirt soaked with sweat, and a singletail around my waist. When the rain came though I knew I needed a costume change.
I ran to the TES table and fished for my bag underneath. Inside the bag I searched for the garment I packed just for the occasion, a neoprene shirt that zipped up skin tight, the sleeves short enough to leave a hint of my tattoo and my cutting visible. And then I ran and found spikydave, with whom a date was previously arranged, and put my master plan into action.
See, despite leathermen being all gruff and rough and manly, when the rain comes down, they run as fast as they can to shelter. Some people think leather should never get wet, I say it's skin and can handle some wetness now and then. But I digress.
When the crowd parted, a full open street was left. And right in the middle was a St. Andrews cross, so thoughtfully hosted by MAsT. I turned to Spikey Dave, and said now. Now? he replied. Yes, now.
It was beautiful. With my friends sir_lone_wolf and njlexi keeping the unwary out from my swing radius, I aimed at the beautiful boy standing topless before me. The rain sliding down my neoprene, down my hair, down my cheeks, my singletail flew through the wetness of the air. Every crack of the whip brought with it an extra burst of water mist, and then the slight writhing of his body.
We went three rounds, pausing to kiss heavily as the rain poured between our faces.
06/22/2008 |
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Leather Pride Night was faaaaaaaaaabulous.
I got to see a lot of people I haven't seen in years, which was so nice. I bought some lovely art, which is weird because I don't have any wall space, but ah well. I somehow wound up with a leather vest that I really don't need. And I kissed a lot of pretty girls, and a lot of handsome boys, and had my cock mouthed through the leather of The Pants so much that my cock was like an elevator - up, down, up, down. There were more than a few occasions that I wanted to just grab someone into a dark corner, zip down that flap, and fuck their mouths. So tempting.
Next on the agenda - Folsom Street East!!! I have a singletail play date with an amazing hot boy, and I plan on seeing how much other trouble I can get into. Now if I can only figure out what to wear. Fashion crisis! Do I go with the turnout gear, which will end up being all black in the sun? Do I go traditional with my leather jeans and shirt and vest? Do I bring my motorcycle jacket in case it rains? Do I wear my tank boots or my lace up Wesco Jobmasters? Do I wear my kilt so that people can play with my cock even more? Uniform shirt? Neoprene shirt?
So many choices!!!!
06/22/2008 |
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I have radio again. It required getting up at 6:30 AM in Brooklyn, driving to my Honda dealership just to find out they can't do it today, almost driving to another Honda dealership before finding they couldn't do it today, running upstairs and down like a maniac at my parents place on an attempt to find out my radio code through the web which failed, resolving to buy a new radio and driving to Circuit City before they opened just to find out they can't put in a new radio without damaging my navigation system, and then finally going to a Manhattan Honda dealership to pay a guy $80 under the table to get my code.
*pant pant pant*
It's been a long morning, folks.
But I'm putting it all behind me, because I'm home now, I going to jump in the shower soon, get dressed into THE PANTS, and head my way to Splash for Leather Pride Night.
Because it's Leather Pride Weekend!!! My favorite weekend of the year in NYC!
And I have a lot to be proud about.
Happy Pride everyone. Hope to see a lot of you tonight at LPN!
06/21/2008 |
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I think I did it. I think I actually pulled it off.
So, to sum up today:
1) Find out about egregious project at noon, panic.
2) 5 minutes later panic goes away, then look at what has to be done, and resolve that your life sucks, and resign to the fact that you won't be able to do what you want to do.
3) 5 minutes after resignation, get cracking at what you have to do.
4) 4 hours after cracking, light is visible at the end of the tunnel. Hope springs eternal once again.
5) 4 hours after hope is reborn, job is completed. Fun is yours.
So, I will be at FSE. Now I just need to figure out if I'm sleeping here in my apartment or in Brooklyn to get the car into the shop to fix the radio before my noon LPN volunteer shift tomorrow.
And my fingers hurt from typing so much today.
06/20/2008 |
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I am working as hard as I possibly can to salvage my Sunday trip to FSE. I think if I get enough done tonight, I can avoid coming in on Sunday.
25 slides written so far. Only 20 more to go.
I think I can I think I can...
06/20/2008 |
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Because of the new battery that I got installed into the Pimp Daddy Van, my radio needs a code to be entered in order to work... a code I do not have of course. And my dealer? They don't have it on file. Of course. And they're not open on Sundays.
So tomorrow morning, before all this hard work I need to do on Leather Pride Night, I'll be up at 7 AM, driving to the Brooklyn dealership to get the car and and pay them probably another $200 to pull out the radio, look up the code, and tell it to me.
Great.
And then to make this weekend just super, it looks like I'm going to miss Folsom Street East on Sunday, an event I always look forward to all year long. This would be the 1st FSE I have ever missed... I've been there since the very beginning. Instead, I'll be at work spending lots of quality time with Powerpoint.
I'm really hating life right now.
Edit: OK, I negotiated with Honda so that they'll get me my code for free. Go go Jewish negotiation skills!
06/20/2008 |
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Grump grump damn Pimp Daddy Van costing me a grand grump grump grump.
lolitasir did put things in perspective for me... the car is 6 years old, and this is the first thing to go wrong with it. So, all things considered, this isn't that bad.
But still. Grump grump grump grump.
I think the trees are out to get me. They missed with their flung branch. So now they are resorting to sabotage. I fear what may come next.
Can't sleep. The trees will eat me.
06/19/2008 |
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I left my apartment 7:35 and walked one block to my car.
It's 11:40 and I just got home.
Mind you, as you could read from lolitasir's post in this very journal, I haven't actually gone anywhere in that time.
It looks like either the starter broke, or I have a short somewhere. I'll know more tomorrow, once I call the mechanic where they towed my car.
I wanted to tell you all these funny stories about my 3 hours one block away, like how I discovered that Dominoes will in fact deliver to your car.
But I can't because I got home and attempted to turn on my air conditioner.
Which just broke.
I'm gonna go kill myself now, thanks.
Edit: Aaaaannnnd I just found a dead mouse underneath my air conditioner.
06/18/2008 |
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Keys to the van do work! However, the van won't start. He is sitting in his van in his parking spot under that tree waiting to be rescued. Meanwhile Dominos delivered pizza to him so he is not starving. Update at 11.
Signed, Lolita
06/18/2008 |
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Leather Pride Night, only the best night to be out in NYC all year long, is THIS Saturday!!!
This is an all-volunteer effort, and we rely on everyone in our community to make it happen. Together, we raise over $15,000 for charity every year. And we are short on volunteers!
It's so easy to volunteer - just an hour of your time, and you get the satisfaction of working on such an amazing event, along with a special volunteers pin to commemorate your efforts.
And the positions! Built for all-needs!
Want to help with your work-outs? Got some muscle? Then sign up for storage unloading/loading, and tear-down.
Social butterfly? Inner slut just aching to break out? Sign up for raffle sales and rub that head all over sexy people's crotches!
Wanna make friends? Do ticket sales, box office, or key chain sales!
Wanna stay in one spot and be helpful? Do will call, or security, or raffle table volunteering!
We got a job for everyone!!!
Please look through the below positions and sign up. You can e-mail Lolita at LolitaSSC[at]aol.com to sign up!
Unload Storage with Sigrid, Tip et al, Noon-1:30pm
4 people
Load in Splash with Sigrid, Tip et al, 1-2:30pm
2 people
Location Set-up with Susan, 1- 3pm
3 people
Will Call Assistant - help Lady D with items from auction after bid
7-8 1 person
8-9 2 people
9-10 1 person
Ticket takers with Mark & Catelynn
8-9 1 person
9-10 1 person
Box Office with Mark & Catelynn
9-10 2 people
Keychain Sellers – work the crowd but report to Mark & Catelynn
7-8pm 1 person
8-9pm 2 people
Food Assistance with Sabrina
6-8pm 1 person
Raffle Table Staff with Sal
6-7 2 people
7--8 1 person
8-9 2 people
9-10 one person
Raffle Ticket Sales with Sal
6-7:30 6 people
7:30-8:30 4 people
8:30-9:30 2 people
Security with Jake
8-9pm 2 people
Location Breakdown, with Nayland
9:30pm-10pm 2 people
06/18/2008 |
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I might have been a little tired when packing up the laundry last night... as when I picked it up this evening, my car keys were tied to the bag.
Here's hoping the electronic key for the alarm and door still works. *facepalm*
06/17/2008 |
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Having a blog is a dangerous thing sometimes. You see this blank post screen, just begging for all your true thoughts, the ideas and expressions that you really want to make public but you know you just can't... because it wouldn't be proper.
Lord am I filled with dozens upon dozens of statements like that.
But I don't write them. Because proper manners says I shouldn't. And I won't.
Just sayin'.
06/14/2008 |
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I think http://www.says-it.com/ should be used to its full advantage - to provide us all Friday Funniez!
So, here's the meme. Go to the site and make a custom Safety Sign (http://www.says-it.com/safety/), and then post your creation here as a comment! And then come back later to see everyone else's!
Friday Funniez! I think this could be the start to something great.
Here is my entry:
06/13/2008 |
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06/12/2008 |
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I am pretty much recovered from the shock of the near-loss of my car. It's still a wonder how the tiniest bit of chance rescued the Pimp Daddy Van(tm) from becoming a Pimp Pancake.
This morning I learned that 3 cars were crushed by another tree a block or two away from my building. I'm sorry those vehicles didn't get to escape like the PDV(tm) did.
Last night I settled myself with a drink and a few phone chats. Now I'm finding it kind of weird that this unsettled me so. But I guess it's not every day that fate reaches down and plucks your strings so acutely.
06/11/2008 |
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Tonight, something amazing and really frightening happened.
I went out to redhead_sue and jd_trouble's apartment in Queens to work on TES Fest.
Seeing as it is unbearably hot out, and trains would have been a pain in the ass, I took my car and drove out to them.
While I was there, a quick but major storm rolled through the city. It seemed like it lasted a half hour at most.
After it subsided, I went to my car and drove home to my usual parking spot.
Except, I couldn't park there.
Because something was in the way.
Namely, a tree.
A HUGE FUCKING TREE FELL PRECISELY WHERE MY CAR WAS.
I was in Queens, which is a damn good thing, because if I wasn't, my car would have been totaled.
I'm not a religious man, but... wow. You got to think about it.
06/10/2008 |
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Dear Today,
You're fired.
Best regards,
Phil
PS - No, really. Get out.
In other news... this morning as I entered my subway station, I saw a girl up ahead with lovely feet. As I got closer, I noticed her left foot was tattooed with a word - "Phil's"
Unfortunately, the train was coming, and I didn't have time to claim my property.
06/10/2008 |
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Stadium Arcadium by the Red Hot Chili Peppers is such a fucking amazing collection of albums.
Note to note, the beginning to end. Love it love it love it.
06/09/2008 |
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