Together with Gene Romaine, his boy Mitch, and my boy pj, we headed for Portland, Oregon on Saturday morning. Upon arrival we met Northwest Leatherboy dan who greeted us with hugs and a hearty laugh.
When we finally settled into our room at the Marriott, I decided to reward our trusty driver pj by binding him securely on the bed with three hanks of hemp rope. A happy boy who soon fell fast asleep for a well-deserved nap.
As if in counterpoint to pj's subservience, dan decided to tell jokes with his unique brand of irreverence and frivolity. After telling one joke too many, Gene and I gave him a time out in the corner. And to complete the "punishment" a trash can was placed on his head, in lieu of a dunce cap.Hours later we joined more family and together enjoyed a hearty Thai meal.
To complete the evening, a trip to the Eagle for the Bear's monthly beer bust.
Next morning we confronted looming storm clouds and the promise of rain. And the weather did not disappoint. By the time we arrived at the parade holding area, the light rain started. It continued throughout the day.
Nothing stirs up a Pride crowd more than the crack of a whip. Gene and I spent the entire parade route cracking our whips in syncronicity, pausing only to face off in the occasion whip duel. As the parade moved on, the sweat began to run. Finally I shed my sash and shirt and let the cool rain wash over my torso. Freedom of movement at last.
Today I am sore, with the muscles in my back and right shoulder aching from the hundreds of throws.And I look forward to next weekend's Pride in Seattle, my home city.
Thank you, Blackout Leather Productions, for the opportunity to join you in celebration of Portland Pride.
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