I’ve been in DC for a few days for Mid-Atlantic Leather. The list of theme parties over the weekend is long and varied, but so far I’ve mostly been hanging out in the lobby of the host hotel and watching the shenanigans. Yesterday’s schedule featured a “puppy play party” in the hotel bar, where a dozen men in rubber body suits and doggie masks rolled around on the carpet, sniffed each other’s butts, and growled and fought over chew toys while their masters stood to one side and chatted about leash training. I love my people.
I think I was the only one to notice that the puppy play took place as the hotel’s sound system pumped out Air Supply’s Every Woman In The World. I’ll have pics later, hopefully, if the hotel ever squares away the crappy wireless signal.