This weekend is the International Mr. Leather contest and I will be working the photo booth with Rick Aguilar. Rick does lovely portraits of the attendees, an assortment of free spirited individuals, many who aren’t afraid to share as much as their body as possible with the world. Those are my favorites. The really big people in g-strings, or the old men with pot bellies and ribs sticking out wearing chaps with their skinny butts hanging out with a young twink on a leash wearing his really low self esteem on his forehead. There are some unbelievably gorgeous men there, but as Steve Hickson would say when they open their mouths a big purse usually falls out. Don;t think I don;t have my share of admirers! Last year I received an invitation to gentleman’s room to play with his penis pump. It was easy to see how it worked since he was walking around the IML Market with it on. “I’m really busy” I said as a tumble weed rolled by our booth. It’s my job to help ‘leather up’ the clients when they want their photo taken. Many of the people who come to this thing are ‘tourists’. They’re not really into the leather scene. The leather community is a pretty tight knit group and it’s pretty funny when they all get together and start talking like a bunch of leather hens talking about last nights orgy and then exchanging bundt cake recipes in the same sentence. I try my best to fit in but I think they know I’m a tourist too. I tried the leather thing once upon a time ago and it got tired really fast. I think I’m too self aware, because some of the role playing was just a little too silly for me. Just shut up and do it, for Christ’s sake! I come from the Linda Rogo school of pleasure…

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