IML BaseCamp

I’m in complete IML/Grabby Recovery mode at the moment. Kris and I checked out of our hotel and staggered through the airport in a daze. I really have no idea how we managed it. No Clue.

I got on the plane in Chicago, twittered, and passed out before the damn thing left the ground. I woke up when the wheels hit the ground, thinking it was another blasted earthquake. Then I remembered I was on an jet going home. Gee, what the hell was I drinking?

Anyhow, as I’m slowly going through the few photos I can post and waiting for Tom to send me all the ones he took from the event, I thought I’d share a few from Dungeon Beds, base camp at the Leather Market at the Hilton. Whenever things got a little too much the alien egg Kris, Aaron and I would head there for a little sling reprieve. It didn’t hurt that a few friends from San Francisco were minding the store.

Speaking of the sling, I must have one. There I said it. Once I was in it I didn’t want to get out and a crowd had gathered while I rocked back and forth giggling like a mess. But the real show happened when my hot sexay friend, Tony, slipped into the sling. The temperature rose in the booth. I had presence of mind to take a very short clip and a few photos. You don’t want to see me in the sling, you want to see him.

The sexay menz of the Dungeon Beds, Gene and Ray.

Gene looking fucking spectacular in his leathers.

Ethan Wolfe stumbles into basecamp.

Ray with my dear friend William whom I was ecstatic to see, ya’ll. *g*

and now for Tony in the sling.

Pure WERQ!!!!!

Stay tuned…there’s more to follow from the weekend. Yes, we did too much!

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