I returned from a two week vacation in the United Kingdom last week and being a leather/fetish columnist I expected to have at least one or two tawdry tidbits from across the pond. In fact, all the leather gear I brought with me put my bag overweight. I started my holiday off on the floor of a very crowded Pearson airport pulling various dead cow accessories out of my bag and cramming them into an Air Canada box, sealing all my dirty little disguises with tape before I could continue on my journey.
London in the past for me had always been a hotbed of seedy sexcapades. Since my first visit in 1992, when I crashed in the flat of my international whore mate that I had befriended in San Francisco the previous year, had pretty much set the barre of a trip filled with sex, drugs, and rock n roll. Okay, who am I kidding, it had sex, drugs and showtunes. Even my last visit in 2005 holds the esteemed status of one of my most memorable sexual nights in my lifetime January 2, 2005 at the Hoist. With several moments of forced intentional unconsciousness followed later by a very greasy me trying to collect pieces of my leather outfit crawling in the crevices of the darkroom floor.
I hate to disappoint but this time it was total r&r, I read three novels, saw three plays, took walks along the canals and generally caught up on some much needed rest. So as a kink reporter I guess I will disappoint this go round, but for me it was far from a disappointment. The moral of the story is we all should treat ourselves with kit gloves. Take that time for yourself, sex and mayhem is readily available around the corner. Its all about balance.
