Jun 18, 2016

CLAW 2016

To start, sorry I’ve gotten a bit behind.

This was my second CLAW. I had a great time at my first, but putting the weekend in my rear-view mirror hurt more this time. This one had more meaning. This event is different from many of the other, more ‘high-profile’ events, such as IML and MAL. This event feels like it’s less about flaunting your kinks and gear, and more about celebrating our community.

Contests are replaced with a large series of educational sessions that span topics such as pup play, rubber, bondage, and many others. While the ‘L’ in the anagram stands for leather, it doesn’t matter what material you wear, or what flag you fly. You’re welcome there. The event is growing rapidly, and I suspect that it’s the sense of comradery that is to blame. I won’t complain about that for a second.

That weekend also saw the first weekend of sale of a certain neoprene pup hood… Something I had been wanting to exist for quite some time. Well, I couldn’t resist, so I went for it and the pup in me was born. I’m still experimenting with that particular part of my identity, but I was able to get a considerable amount of exploration done recently, at Capital Pride, which I will post about soon.

Jun 13, 2016


10 months ago, I moved to Washington, DC to start a new life with my Sir. 10 months ago, I lived with a loving family. 10 months ago, I lived in Orlando.

In fact, I was born and raised in Orlando. Aside from a few years in Tampa for school, Orlando was the only home I knew. As you are already well aware, this past Saturday played host to a terrible tragedy in Orlando that saw the pointless deaths of 49 LGBT humans. This is something that I never expected to see from the relatively small city of Orlando; known almost solely for its tourist industry. I know none of the victims, but that hasn’t made this event any easier. I have never struggled with my emotions the way I have these past couple days.

This same weekend was Capitol Pride here in DC. Saturday went off without a hitch. We marched in the parade with the DC Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence; Sir making a statement in his heels, and myself testing the waters as Pup Kuff. We didn’t care what people thought, and strutted with pride down the streets. At one point, the parade ahead and behind us grew in distance. Hundreds of feet separated the entire parade from my Sir and three pups. The roar of the applause remained just as loud. We shared the crowds attention with no other group in the parade, but the community was still as loud as it was when it was cheering for the entire visible parade. That moment stuck with me the next day. That moment proves the acceptance that our community has for its members. That moment helped get me through the next day, as we again donned our pup hoods and walked the Pride Festival. As the sun set, we attended vigils at both the Capitol Building and the White House. These are moments that I will never forget. Here is a candid picture of myself (red) and Pup Nano (blue) during a moment of reflection in front of the Capitol Building as the chorus sings.

I’m reminded of that age old nursery rhyme; “Sticks and stones may break my bones, by words will never hurt me”. We may be hurt. We may be in pain. But we will never be broken. We will never fade from existence. We sure as hell will fight for ourselves, as well as the ones that we love and the ones we have lost. This tragedy has left us battered, but I truly believe that we will come out of this stronger than we have ever been. We are proud of who we are, and that is something that those who stand against us don’t even understand the meaning of.

That is why we will win.

Feb 21, 2016

Creating Change 2016

About a year ago, I flew out to Denver for this conference in support of Sir. This year, we're out in Chicago instead. And the timing couldn't be better. This same weekend happens to be when DC is getting pounded by one of the worst blizzards it has seen in decades.

Last year, Sir and his crew spoke about kink and demonstrated a number of topics, such as temperature play, bondage, and Sir’s favorite: Impact play. I got to be his subject for that last one. More or less, this is what everyone did this year as well, but more organized. Oh, and I had to speak as well. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a bit of an introvert around strangers and I don't particularly care for public speaking, so getting up in front of a crowd of 200 people to talk about subspace and submission was a bit of a nerve wracking experience. It went great, though! People really seemed to enjoy the workshop and learn a lot from the collection of kinky speakers.

The rest of the conference was pretty low-key. Sir had to leave early, so I spent some time with a few kinky friends. Saturday evening I got to spend some time with a rubber friend. I got to experience a vac bag with attached gas mask hood, which felt incredible. One inside, the gas mask intake was connected to the inside of the bag so that my own breathing slowly removed the air from the bag. Each breath made the bag tighter and more restrictive. It was an amazing feeling. Breath control and vibrator edging then began. To this day, this is the only time an unaided vibrator has ever gotten me off.

Later that evening, I got to have a fun night in playing card games with several kinky friends that I don't get to see enough of. My flight was scheduled to leave the next day, but thanks to snowzilla that was hitting much of the east coast, DC was completely shut down. Fortunately, I was able to book a flight the next day, when a runway had reopened. But this meant I got to enjoy an extra day in Chicago! I have to say, this is the first time I've had a flight cancelled that really worked to my benefit!

The next day I rested for much of the morning before spending the evening and night with my rubbery friend again. This time, I was laced into a beautiful rubber sleep sack and edged like never before. The end result was quite spectacular.

It was an incredible weekend! I can't wait to do it again in Philly next year!

Jan 19, 2016

MAL 2016

Tonight is a bitter-sweet night. On one hand, I sit here reminiscing about the events of the past week. On the other hand, everything that has brought me that joy has left my side until next time. This Mid Atlantic Leather was incredible. While only my third, I can’t deny that it was my favorite.

Sir and I were lucky enough to have a friend of his visit us from the Tuesday before MAL to the Saturday of the event. This friend has a nearly insatiable appetite for bondage (not unlike myself), that I was more than happy to fulfill. That said, it was a pleasure to keep him bound for the several days before the event began.

The event itself went a little differently than past events. Unlike past events with multiple daily trips to the vendor market and hours socializing in the hotel lobby, this year was more low-key. Actually, perhaps ‘low-key’ is a poor choice. This year, things seemed to be focused on the more important things. I ended up spending most of my time with good friends in a private setting, rather than socializing in public.

On top of this I was fortunate enough to be bound on two occasions on Saturday, and once on Sunday, as well as getting to bind two cute boys. In fact, I might be able to say that I enjoyed more bondage at this event than I have any any other event I’ve been to. I finally got to get tied by a friend that I hadn’t seen since since my first IML: the event that started it all for me. He tied me up at that event, so being tied by him again was a bit of a nostalgia trip.

Pics of me tied are on the way, but until then, enjoy these pictures of tallguy92 tied up, strait-jacketed and in my sling!