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5:11 PM - Sunday October 10, 2005 The after party at the bar was fun. The leather crowd was out in full force, and I was very happy to see my friend Leatherman there--I eventually ended up laying in his lap while Butch rubbed my sore calves for me. K yelled over to one of the judges "Yeah, here's the guy who's a woman-hater!" I am The Queen, I tell you. It was bliss. Then I got up and danced, and the KINK crew filmed us dancing. Later I was sitting back with my beer, legs akimbo, beer bottle at my crotch like a big hard cock. K came over and went down on my beer bottle for me, and then later on she was sitting by one of the judges and in pretty much the same position, so I did the same to HER beer bottle. Then the judge wanted to ge in on the action, and then I was very sorry I was in a bar--her fist was in my hair, and she was making me deep-throat her beer bottle, and it was oh-so-very-hot, and man, WHY did I have to be in a bar? Anyway, I got whisked away for late-night nachos by a couple of the judges, and we had some good conversation and some good food and iced tea. It was nice. I felt good, I felt like I was accepted and respected by people I admired in my community. All the judges had some very favourable things to say, and were glad that I had come up to compete. They'd pretty much been sure that I wouldn't because the events had been manipulated in such a way to psych me out and discourage me. After we finished our nachos, we went back to the hotel to check out the party in the hospitality suite. Here's where things got really bad. I'm going to copy and past a letter I sent to a friend about the whole thing: A bad thing happened that night though. My friends K and Butch and I were playing in our favourite leatherdaddy's room (LeatherMan), when the organizer of the contest weekend, Steve L, came into the room suddenly, wound up and smacked Butch on the ass as hard as he could. I yelled at him and told him to back the fuck off, and that she didn't like getting hit ont he ass, but the damage was done. He wasn't invited, we don't like him, and she was really scared and hurt. And then he tried to bluster about caring and how he respected my boundaries when I told him to back off. Fucker. K calmed Butch down, got her untied, while I glared at the fucker and kept him away. When Butch started falling apart, I got her dressed and tried to hustle her to the room that we were sharing. I had her by the arm and I tried to get her past the asshole, but he grabbed and started in on his drunken apologies, and in her freaked out state she was saying "Okay, okay, okay," and I had to get his hands off her and I said "Don't say it's okay when it's not fucken okay," and I got her away from him. I drew her a bath while she had a smoke, and our friend Mr. Pims showed up--I think someone on the film crew following us on the weekend sent him down. I asked Mr Pims to stay with her--I was so angry, I had a good head of red rage on. LeatherMan had managed to distract Kate from hers by asking her to flog him, and she stayed because she knew I could take care of Butch. I got back to LeatherMan's room just as the scene was anding, and K and I packed up and went back to out room. Butch was in the bath, and Mr. Pims was entertaining her in the doorway, and I got her something to eat and a bottle of water. Mr. Pims went out to let the film crew know that we were done for the night, and came back in to tell us that they were really concerned and wanted to know that Butch was all right. They were really shaken--they'd really only seen the softer side of kink until that night. We've discussed this whole thing a lot, Butch and K and J (K's partner) and I, and we've decided that it's good that the KINK filmmakers saw this--I don't think they'd seen anything like it in the four previous seasons they've shot. It's important. We're sorry taht it had to happen to Butch, of course, but we're all in agreement, and we hope that that goes to air. We did nothing wrong, Butch was assaulted by this asshole who'd organized this contest, who boasted and talked the entire weekend about how pleased he was that women were entering so strongly into the local community. Fucker. But we didn't have to do anything to prove he was a hypocrite, he did it all himself. All the men who saw what happened were outraged, and I'm sure it will get back to the judges who were at the contest. I'm happy they'll see him for what he is, a misogynist, insecure, megalomaniac, who cannot play sanely, safely, or consensually. I am going to be writing a letter to the leather society which is the sponsor for the title, letting them know exactly what happened at the after party. I know that they are not responsible for it, but I hope that they will reconsider this individual, and never let him into a position of authority again. I've been so upset with this man for so long--he espouses all these "Old Guard" leather beliefs, and yet he has never shown me any of the honour, integrity and courage that I associate with actual Old Guard leathermen. He's a hypocritical bastard, and he hurt my friend when she was in a vulnerable position, and in my care. He didn't even come to try and apologize to us when he was sober at the survivors brunch the next day. While it may not have been accepted, event he attempt at a sober apology would have made matters a bit different, but he didn't have the guts to even do that. He's up shit creek without a paddle. He obviously has no experience with women who run in packs. End of letter excerpt. Anyway, that was Saturday night. Sunday we wandered around, saying goodbye to all the new friends we'd made, hugging, kissing, all that good stuff. This is where Rob comes back into the picture. He earned his Mr. Congeniality title let me tell you! I was talking with him and his partner, and the guy they'd hooked up with the night before, Rejean (my first-runner-up brother!) and the subject of piercings came up. Heh. Anyway, Rob was wearing this great t-shirt that I totally loved that said "Pierced In Places You'd Like To Lick." So of course, the guys aske dme if I had any piercings "down there," and when I told them that I had seven and that I jingled, Rob said, "Oh wow! YOU should have this shirt." And then I looked at him and said, "You're right! I should! Give it to me." All three men just kind of looked stunned. "No, I'm serious. Give it to me!" And then Rob said okay and started peeling it off! Hee! They wanted to make me give him my MACLeather tshirt, but he already had one, so they settled for me changing into his t-shirt in the parking lot. After admonishing me not to wash it because it smelled like him, Rob and his friends and I parted ways. I of course offered to fist himt he next time I saw him, but I think I scared him. *smiles* Anyway, that was last weekend. Comments anyone?
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