am I not Mr. Leather?

[raybear]

Despite the initial minor setback of not everyone in our party being 21, we managed to make it into the Leather Market anyway (give it up for out-of-state IDs and lackadaisical leathermen). I had a nice time browsing the products and the other browsers -- there were far too many hard bodies for my personal taste, but it was still rather, um, stimulating to be around more naked flesh than usual. At one point my mouth was only 2 inches from the shirtless back of a heavy top (we was wearing the left armband) and I had to restrain myself from licking it. Which probably wouldn't have been the worst thing ever, but I didn't want to be summarily dismissed and rejected, nor did I want my licking to be a check my ass couldn't cash, so to speak. In other words, I didn't want to get my wish since I doubt I could truly handle it. At least not now, and not from him, random stranger muscled heavy top. But probably from someone else.

So I was walking around feeling near flushed from all the products and people and ideas floating around when the crowd party and there was freakysparks and Dominatrix Friend, which apparantly put me over the edge of fully-flushed. Having my cheeks pinched probably didn't help, but I didn't really mind.

So Riley, Vanessa and I reached our saturation point and left to forage for food and sit down. On the way to KFC I passed an old friend from college. I'll call him John because that's his name and I can't remember his last name and there are 28634992 thousand John's. He didn't make eye contact with me and obviously didn't recognize me. My throat closed up and I was unable to stop him and say hi and go through the rigamarole of coming out to him right there on the street -- I was too hungry for that. But then I kicked myself repeatedly afterwards, because I'd been thinking of him randomly lately and I don't know where he lives (if he's even permanently in Chicago) and as mentioned above, I don't know his full name. I'm sure if I think on things hard enough, I can recall it. Or maybe even turn on my old computer and find some old e-mails somewhere.

Anyway, the point is I hate this part of transitioning because I can be shy and panicky enough, I don't need the added the pressure of having to come out on the street without knowing how they'll respond

Comments

[angeltrouble.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm.

[vfc.livejournal.com]

They card at IML? Should I be offended that I've never been carded?

[raybear.livejournal.com]

it must be a new thing for the Leather Market then -- because EVERYONE had to sign a piece of paper and show ID and get a bracelet to get in. it was still free though.

[hissyfit.livejournal.com]

Despite the initial minor setback of not everyone in our party being 21...

bwahaha! pun intended?