The evils go to the leather ball (or: the education of scott evil)

Tonight is the Montreal Leather Ball.

Everyone will die. I will dump pig’s blood on Carrie. :stuck_out_tongue:

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. :slight_smile:

Yes, we took pictures. I’ll post links to them within the next week.

okay, one of these days you’ll have to take the mcl-potters to one of these.

waits for pictures

Pics please!

I feel a sudden need to go sniff some leather…

Leather… poppers… it’s all good. :eek:

(Glad it’s not my butt that hurts this morning…)

An update: I am still chained and padlocked around the neck. I am not to remove the chain. This means that anyone who wants to get to me has to go through He who holds the key, in this case Jeremy. And if I need to remove the chain (like, say, for a job interview, although I’ll probably wear it to work because they already know I’m gay and a tad odd), I must ask Jeremy to unlock it.