Off to Chi-Town
October 25, 2012 Uncategorized
So, slave drew and I head out tomorrow for Kinky Kollege, at which I am presenting.
I am doing a class on Canes and Crops, and one on Edge Play, as well as a Newcomer’s Class.
I still haven’t gotten a demo bottom for the canes class. I can have drew do it, of course, but I will likely just ask for a volunteer and I doubt I will have to ask twice.
It’s only the second time I’ve done the Canes and Crops class, but it was a lot of fun last time and I’ve been doing impromptu cane classes for years anyway, so a lot of it isn’t really new, I just haven’t done the class formally.
The edge play class is fun, partially because it’s not the class people expect. They expect it’s going to be a very “edgy” class, obviously, and it is, but I also talk a lot about what makes play edgy and how there are different kinds of edges.
If it’s hard for you, it’s edge play, even if it might be easy for me.
I also talk about some mind fucks, which is also fun.
Chicago is not my favorite town – the traffic is SO bad – but it is, interestingly, the city with which I have the longest and most continuous kinky history.
The first event I ever went to was Black Rose X, which was held in 1997 to celebrate their tenth anniversary as a group.
But the second event I went to was Vicious Valentine, held at the old Blackstone Hotel on Michigan Avenue, just a couple of blocks from the water.
I took Gene, my submissive at the time, and my friend Harold, who was at the very first munch, was there, too, with his submissive at the time whose name was, I think, Cindy. I liked both of them a lot.
The event was produced by Lord Suttle and Lady MJ, a Lesbian couple who were also the first people for whom I ever presented. They did a wonderful event, about which I have many fond memories.
I went to every VV except the last one, which was held in 2004, the same year drew and I were running for International Master and slave and it was just a few weeks later. It was also the only real strife I’ve ever had in the community here, and it was just all exhausting.
I didn’t know, of course, that it would be the last time they put it on, but there was some serious and tragic health news in one of the families and I think it just took the heart out of them. I know there were other things going on there, too, and that can be exhausting.
So, over the years, then, I went to six of the seven, and we went to one in October, too, a Malicious Masquerade. slave drew wore his Sherlock Holmes costume which his mother, I swear, made for him when he was like 12, and won the best male costume, which was a free pass to the next VV.
I have been to three or four Kinky Kolleges over the years. One year, Jack Rinella and his slave, patrick, and slave drew and I did an entire track there, on M/s relationship, four classes on Saturday, three on Sunday.
By the end of the last class, I was so sick of the sound of my own voice I could hardly stand it, and we had a couple people who came to every class and a few more who made a surprising number of them.
I went there last year, I think, with a submissive of mine, and I’ve presented for the event a few times.
I presented for a Bootblack Intensive with a focus on females. Pony, who is the International Ms Bootblack from a recent year I don’t recall, organized it and wanted something for the partners to do while the bootblack blacked.
I don’t remember what I spoke on, though I think I did two or three classes. slave thomas and I went with Ms Tammy and slave john. We made a road trip to the Leather Archives and Museum that trip, which is always fun and moving both.
I’ve been there a few times over the years, I like the curator, Rick Storer and his partner, Jeff, a lot, too.
I had half-forgotten it but I also made a drive up one winter eventing all the way to Chicago with Michael and Ms Kendra.
The Leather Archives was doing one of their early Fireside Chats with the late Mr. Marcus, and we drove up to see it. It was probably three or four years before he died, I think. It was incredibly cold, I remember that, and I made Michael pump the gas but told him that if it were between me and Ms Kendra, I’d be pumping it.
I think I also offered him the only extra gloves I had in the car, which had snowflakes on them. He declined.
I went to International Mr. Leather on their 30th anniversary with Ms Kendra, in Chicago. It was great fun, and I have dined out on some of those stories for years.
Now, what will happen in the next hour is, I will remember three other events in Chicago to which I have been, but by then I will have posted it and won’t go back, but it is what it is.
I will be finished the actual packing and slipping into bed by then and won’t much care, either.
If you don’t see me for a couple days, it’s because I’m up to my ears in asses waiting to be caned.
And if that isn’t an image, I don’t know what is.