Tonight is the Montreal Leather Ball.
Everyone will die. I will dump pig’s blood on Carrie. 
It’s a close as the leather community comes to a circuit party.
After a brief foray into the leather world (to which jeremy evil belonged when he was a bartender at a South Beach leather bar) during Divers/Cité, tonight I am being initiated. :eek:
I am dressed in black leather pants, a black “MCM” (Montréal Cuir something) t-shirt, cuffs rolled up to reveal a black leather arm band on my left arm. On my right wrist I’m wearing a leather wrist band that Jeremy bought me yesterday. Black boots. Dark blue hankie in my left back pocket (this means I’m a top). And - probably most importantly - a chain around my neck, secured by a small padlock. This, according to Jeremy, is sacred in the leather community: it means I’m taken and that I belong to him. (Kinky!)
I look rather sexy.
And my husband-to-be? He’s wearing a matching MCM t-shirt, a slightly different arm band, a wider wrist band, Levi’s, and brand spanking new, custom-made leather chaps, with a chain to his keys.
Oh - and his knee-high, 20-hole Ranger boots. :eek:
But is this all? Apparently not. I’ve been told this is just the beginning, that further trials and delights await me at the Leather Ball. Then I will be initiated.
There had better be cock at this thing. :dubious:
This is so much fun. I love being gay. 
Yes, we took pictures. I’ll post links to them within the next week.