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It's snowing! It's snowing!
Gonna be fun to cart my wheeled suitcase through snow. But since I have no idea where the T station is, I have no choice but to wait here and let people wake up. We watched American Wedding last night: totally hysterical, much of it a lot better than at least the previous movie. There are scenes in the first American Pie that are oft-quoted for a very good reason.
Anyways, I'm still in Boston: I stayed to help with loadout and after, when my muscles were trembling with exhaustion, I failed my roll to turn down a free dinner, and thus remained in Boston past the time of the last bus (which is now much earlier: fuck you, Bonanza!). Smokey Bones is pretty good stuff: I tried a bit of all the meat-things except the brisket. Their garlic mashed potatoes are very yummy.
Strangely enough, I didn't zonk out immediately after that.
Oh yeah, I'm at the house of the guy who made the best (er . . . and only) leather cuffs I've ever been tied in. I actually slept on a couch in his dungeon, which isn't in his basement at all. I guess when you have an apartment, you have to make do. It's a very big room, with two walls made of thick chain, plus a hanging chain cage, plus various benches and tables and a chair that's on these two big circles . . . it looks vaguely like a human-sized hamster wheel, but there's a chair in the middle. And the hamster would fall right through.
The chain walls looked very familiar, so after climbing on them a bit, I inquired. Yes, this same artist made the chain spiderweb that I used to climb all over, every time I went to Man Ray! I gave him a big kiss on the cheek for that, after asking permission of his Dom. When I'm living in a big place with sturdy beams to hang things from, I want to commission a spider web from him. I bet it's not that hard to make, but his are really really cool.
When I'm older, I want to live like this. I can't tell if this is a loft or a warehouse or an apartment, but every square inch feels like it's been touched by an artist. The fridge is painted orange. Photos like the one he did of marfta are all over the walls. And in the dungeon, I saw a whole box of his yummy cuffs.
If I weren't so interested in becoming friends with these people, I'd be mighty tempted to sneak a pair into my luggage. These people sleep late. I'm not all that interested in trying to write about the Flea itself. I think I need another day to digest my experiences. Let's just say that I did not get the hot steamy sex with a stranger that I had been hoping for: I got something much better instead.
Oh, right, I meant to include a message for Ezra in my next post.
If at first you don't succeed, curl into a ball and sulk. That's exactly right! Why, that's how I got Coyote! See, I was sitting at home in Providence, sulking on the internet, when suddenly a hot boy in a tuxedo opened my door! He was carrying three dozen roses, and he had a stack of boxes of chocalates up higher than his head. He swept into the room, gave me the roses and the chocolates, and pulled me close to him. We danced an elegant tango, and when he dipped me, he whispered, "May I be yours?" Of course I said yes, and he kissed me and we've been living in perfect harmony ever since. I think he has a British accent 'cause he likes James Bond so much. Or maybe Absolutely Fabulous. I'm not sure.
Gonna be fun to cart my wheeled suitcase through snow. But since I have no idea where the T station is, I have no choice but to wait here and let people wake up. We watched American Wedding last night: totally hysterical, much of it a lot better than at least the previous movie. There are scenes in the first American Pie that are oft-quoted for a very good reason.
Anyways, I'm still in Boston: I stayed to help with loadout and after, when my muscles were trembling with exhaustion, I failed my roll to turn down a free dinner, and thus remained in Boston past the time of the last bus (which is now much earlier: fuck you, Bonanza!). Smokey Bones is pretty good stuff: I tried a bit of all the meat-things except the brisket. Their garlic mashed potatoes are very yummy.
Strangely enough, I didn't zonk out immediately after that.
Oh yeah, I'm at the house of the guy who made the best (er . . . and only) leather cuffs I've ever been tied in. I actually slept on a couch in his dungeon, which isn't in his basement at all. I guess when you have an apartment, you have to make do. It's a very big room, with two walls made of thick chain, plus a hanging chain cage, plus various benches and tables and a chair that's on these two big circles . . . it looks vaguely like a human-sized hamster wheel, but there's a chair in the middle. And the hamster would fall right through.
The chain walls looked very familiar, so after climbing on them a bit, I inquired. Yes, this same artist made the chain spiderweb that I used to climb all over, every time I went to Man Ray! I gave him a big kiss on the cheek for that, after asking permission of his Dom. When I'm living in a big place with sturdy beams to hang things from, I want to commission a spider web from him. I bet it's not that hard to make, but his are really really cool.
When I'm older, I want to live like this. I can't tell if this is a loft or a warehouse or an apartment, but every square inch feels like it's been touched by an artist. The fridge is painted orange. Photos like the one he did of marfta are all over the walls. And in the dungeon, I saw a whole box of his yummy cuffs.
If I weren't so interested in becoming friends with these people, I'd be mighty tempted to sneak a pair into my luggage. These people sleep late. I'm not all that interested in trying to write about the Flea itself. I think I need another day to digest my experiences. Let's just say that I did not get the hot steamy sex with a stranger that I had been hoping for: I got something much better instead.
Oh, right, I meant to include a message for Ezra in my next post.
If at first you don't succeed, curl into a ball and sulk. That's exactly right! Why, that's how I got Coyote! See, I was sitting at home in Providence, sulking on the internet, when suddenly a hot boy in a tuxedo opened my door! He was carrying three dozen roses, and he had a stack of boxes of chocalates up higher than his head. He swept into the room, gave me the roses and the chocolates, and pulled me close to him. We danced an elegant tango, and when he dipped me, he whispered, "May I be yours?" Of course I said yes, and he kissed me and we've been living in perfect harmony ever since. I think he has a British accent 'cause he likes James Bond so much. Or maybe Absolutely Fabulous. I'm not sure.