As Gregor Samsa Awoke One Morning From Uneasy Dreams He Found Himself Transformed In His Bed Into A Monstrous Leather Drag Butterfly
Leather Drag Butterfly
(17 August 2008, Toronto’s Church Street Fetish Fair)
Apologies to Franz Kafka for the unfortunate post slug, above, and apologies to you in advance, Dear Reader, should you choose to follow the jump…
So Champ and I went to the annual Church Street Fetish Fair yesterday, on the Boulevard of Broken Queens (Church Street). Frankly, the less said, the better.
Interview with the Dachshund:
“How would you describe the texture of asphalt?”
Champ (left) neglected to tell me my socks didn’t match my outfit.
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Brett- your ass is lookin pretty flabby in that last picture. Ew.
The leather scene. It’s always laugh at the freaks until you see the hot guy who makes you want to drop to your knees and take orders.
Hey! I’m offended by the dachshund crack! That’s an unnecessary insult to dachshunds everywhere, the most rockin’ breed in the world!
It was nice bumping into you yesterday. But you ruined the shot I was trying to get: a guy wearing a harness over a white t-shirt. No one told him that sweat and cheap leather curing makes for embarrassing stains.
It looks like you’ve applied plenty of Crisco. I take it Champ is a handballing top.
This doesn’t send me to Gregor Samsa at all. This sends me to Mr. Kurtz.
Is it just me, or are the silver flip-flops one of the more disturbing images here? Someone please make flip-flops go away. Please.
Though, that last pic….. pretty scary.
p.s. 2008, right? or did you save the butterfly from last year?
Yikes, yes, 2008. My bad, and thanks!
heh I’m the leather pup in pic number 2.
And I’m supposed to be a doberman-esque pup. hehe tho I admit… I liked the dachund title! In fact, I like it better now than ever!