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May. 2nd, 2007


Off to the Run!

I'll be off-line for the rest of the week as Daddy and I head off to our first Leather Run for the year, AIDA, sponsored by Tsarus Memphis. I'm a former member of Tsarus, and Daddy is an associate. AIDA (named after the opera about the Nubian Princess who risks everything for the love of an Egyptian soldier) takes places in the wooded hills of Middle Tennessee, near Henderson, 2.5 hours NE of Memphis, on private property owned by Club members. This is the 30th anniversary Run so assuming we don't get rained on the entire weekend, there should be a huge crowd. Camping is the name of the game, although there is a bunk house, open air kitchen, showerhouse, dining pavillion, and fire pit with bleachers as well. We set up Daddy's palatial tent last weekend.

Runs so far:

with Battalion Motorcycle Corp:
Jan. MUSTER (central Texas)
Mar. Shakedown (north Texas)


June Ballbuster (Battalion- in Arkansas)
July Bivouac Battalion
Sept. Inferno (my first!)
Oct. Mystery Ride Battalion
Nov. Turney Shoot Battalion

May. 1st, 2007

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Score! More Boots...

I got an unexpected gift from far-off friends yesterday in the form of a new pair of Demonia knee-high boots, which is coincidentally exactly what I've always wanted. These beauties have 30 eyelets from toe to knee and who knows how many feet of laces. With my new Grinders and the low-rise, I've somehow scored three new sets of boots in one month's time. I'm a lucky boy.

Apr. 27th, 2007


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I am an

What Flower
Are You?

I was hoping for a daffodil or water lily.

Apr. 26th, 2007


It's boy-Lite! or boy-Free! or boy-Zero!

Today is fall-out day. I've been off caffeine for 48 hours and buddy, somebody is going to fucking die. The weapon of course will be this mug full of tepid earl grey, which is doing nothing, I repeat, nothing but staining my teeth, which have been bared sharply at everyone who made the sorry mistake of entering my office this morning. The headache has set in, and until about fifteen minutes ago I didn't remember that it's the drug (and lack of) that's causing my foul mood.

This is important, though, I keep telling myself. Need to get Dr. Pepper out of my life, lose about five pounds (I have a run and IML coming up), more important than the caffeine is cutting out the excess sugar, I can have some coffee tomorrow morning, just have to wait though, and with any luck the evening headlines won't read "FUCKED UP NONPROFIT PROGRAM MANAGER EXECUTES IDIOT WHO STOLE HIS FAVORITE PEN!" Please, God, send somebody to whip me! I need pain!!!
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Apr. 18th, 2007

mug shot

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ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You?
Your Result: Blue Fox

You are the blue fox! A total perfectionist and a true born leader. You can never resist a challenge! Your Soul Mate is the Yellow Trout and you loathe the Indigo Beaver.

Teal Cat
Silver and Red Wolf
Ocre and Gray Dolphin
Gold Falcon
Red Jaguar
Tan Giraffe
Yellow Trout
ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You?

Apr. 13th, 2007



For those of you who added me as a friend, I'm curious as to which colors you chose for me on your friends list.

Manic Monday on Friday?

Question #1: On that last motorcycle run in Texas, I got bitten by my former Master's new puppy (no, not that kind, a real dog). It didn't even break the skin, but left fang-like blood blisters on my right pointer finger. Those have now hardened into flat, black spots, which until now haven't bothered me, but suddenly I have the desire to saw off the whole finger just so I don't have to look at them anymore. I feel like Lady Macbeth. How the fuck do I get rid of these things?

Question #2: speaking of my former Master, I wished Him a Happy Birthday yesterday by email and He responded, as He is wont to do, by addressing me as "slave." That irks the hell out of my Daddy, who is His close friend. I don't know that Daddy expects me to do anything about it, or think that i necessarily am encouraging Him to address me under my old title, but He definitely wishes Master would stop calling me "slave" and start calling me "boy" (read: "Daddy's boy"). Somehow I don't think I'd ever feel comfortable correcting Master though, and don't think it's proper that I should try to. Any BDSM ettiquette meisters out there?

Paranoia, rain down on me!

Apr. 12th, 2007


Not Bad for a Sub boy

You Are Wind

Strong and overpowering
A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you
You have the power to change everything around you

You are best known for: your wrath

Your dominant state: commanding
Hamlet- dark

BDSM: Boots

I just bought something off of EBay for the first time in my entire life. How I've managed to live almost 33 years without getting to that point I'm not sure, but perhaps that's another LJ entry altogether.

Friends out west pointed out these Doc Martens Grinders in my size and I had to have them. Not sure why- I already have 7 pairs of boots in various styles- but I didn't have any Grinders, and now I do. I rule!

Before you start getting the idea that I'm some rich-type stuff-hound, rest assured that my materialism is limited to leather/boots and my original art collection. And I'm dirt poor anyway and in fact take pride in carrying on the legacy of nonprofit program managers everywhere that survive off spaghetti and peanut butter (not together).

Wearing boots in my leather frame of mind is like wearing a good cologne. It's an aphrodisiac that I can wear to work. I've long given up dress shoes at the office in favor of my boots, a thick leather belt with my maltese cross buckle, and a hanky in the back right pocket. It adds flavor to my khakis and button down shirt. (I'm still trying to decide if I can get away with wearing my braces (suspenders) as well. Too much, perhaps?)

It's makes my Daddy hot and I'm much more likely to find myself underneath Him when thus shod. I enjoy the way the size of my already large feet are exagerated even more by a pair of sturdy black boots. I love the clomping sound they make on my hardwood floors (no, the house hasn't sold yet). I love the weight I feel with every step, and the heat they produce when riding a motorcycle.

My favorites have been my Double H harness boots up til now, but damn these Grinders have me spinning.

Boot lovers sound off, please.

UPDATE: I just got won another pair- 10 eyelet steel-toe workboots, black leather. Fuck, shit, hell! I rule! Fuck, shit, hell! I'm getting addicted!

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Apr. 2nd, 2007

leather jacket

On the Road Again

Daddy and I spent the weekend cruising to Dallas and back on his motorcycle. The occasion was the second run of the year for his club which is centered in north Texas- Daddy and I are the farthest outliers on the roster. It was a great weekend. Thursday night we headed out after work across Arkansas wrapped in black leather. We made it as far as Arkadelphia before we decided to call it a night and stop at a hotel. The tricky part was that we were facing a wall of storms stretching from the Gulf to Kansas, which was heading east as we drove west. Somehow we missed it though. We had about five minutes of sprinkles outside Bonham, TX but that was it. We made it to my former Master's ranch by dinner time and then the clouds opened up. It rained through the night, soaking several other bikers driving up from Dallas.
Saturday morning, 19 bikers headed out under sunny skies and rode south for about 150 miles, stopping for lunch along the way. Our destination was a gay men's campground and ranch in rural central Texas, where we camped and caroused. Sunday morning, Daddy and i packed up and rode the whole way home in one day, arriving about 10 PM with sore butts.

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