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Via theweaselking, a fox, licking a window; for some reason, I find this hysterical.

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Last night, I pulled on some of my old leathers, and headed out to the Leather Pride Night Auction. I used to be peripherally involved in the scene, roughly 15 years ago; while I rarely go to SM-themed events anymore (most clubs are expensive for guys to get into; also, there were far too many power politics of the not-fun kind involved, as anyone who's heard of the magazine Prometheus can attest), it is comforting every once in a while to touch base, and see how people are faring. The familiar smell of leather and sweat when I walked in (the auction was rather crowded, and the AC was struggling); constant bursts of laughter and exuberance; people hugging and exchanging warm hellos constantly. (I remember chatting with someone about how most hotels welcome SM-themed organizations now: "So much better behaved than the drunks you get at wedding receptions." Too, one of the things I love most about the Internet: ten seconds' Googling will conclusively demonstrate what whatever you may be into, you're hardly alone.) A warm hello from the man who made my leather jacket. Watching someone who's become rather a prominent player in the scene, and remembering being there at his first TES meeting. Pride next weekend. (I'd hoped to make it to Folsom Street East today, although I may have to forebear: too much to do around the house.) I've met many wonderful people through the scene, and had many wonderful experiences; I'm glad so many of my memories were warm ones.