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TwinCitiesLeather.com is now LIVE!

So after months of work and after many requests from you all about an online storefront, I'm proud to announce that TwinCitiesLeather is now live, online! Go here:

http://www.TwinCitiesLeather.com/

Browse our bondage toys, lubricants, and insertables! Read about how and why Twin Cities Leather was founded! See new and exciting upcoming events by/at the shop! Send us feedback on how we can better serve you!

Thanks so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy the site!

Billiards

I happen to know two really awesome fisters (fist bottoms) in Minneapolis: GearKidMN and WillCo68. When I moved to Minnesota almost five years ago, I didn't know anyone in the state who was kinky. I quickly became friends with both of them despite the fact that I hadn't ever really thought about doing any fisting. The porn I had seen of it was kinda hot and I thought maybe one day I'd like to do that. 

You know how if you let your hand get too close to a vaccum hose, it grabs hold and doesn't ever let go?

Surely enough, they taught me how to fist. First GearKid, then over the following summer, I took WillCo's graduate certificate program in Fist Topping (I'm still waiting on my diploma in the mail). It's interesting - before I met each of them, they didn't know each other that well. Now, it would seem that they are in a continual friendly battle with one another (a race to the bottom?). Occasionally they fight over my hands. 

They both have buckets they keep their toys in. One night about a year ago, I was fisting GearKid after a Gear Night at the Eagle and found a billiard ball (the 3 ball) at the bottom of his toy bucket. I don't know why it attracted my attention, but I had quite a bit of fun sinking that ball into his corner pocket. Here's a favorite technique I found I liked: after he's sufficiently loosened up, put the ball in, fist him, and then spread your fingers and grab the ball once you're inside (a kick shot?).

Now, the thing that I love about the group of friends that I keep is that we all very open about our kinkiness, and we all know how to laugh about the kinks that we have. After listening to enough stories about "billiard games" with GearKid, and determined to find out on his own, WillCo surprised me with a couple of billiard balls of his own. 

So I was fisting WillCo in his sling (about 3 feet off the ground). I'm wearing rubber, there's a lot of J-Lube everywhere to keep things open and loose....and I put in the pool ball. WillCo and I have a light-hearted yet intimate approach to the sex that we have. We frequently joke around and laugh with each other while we're going at it. Why would a billiard game be any exception? While he had the ball in his ass, I reached down for the bottle of J-Lube to re-wet my hands...and he laughs at something. This causes him to contract everything, and he dropped the ball.

From three feet in the air.

Onto a wood floor.

At 2:30 in the morning.

*THUNK*!!!

Since my hands were occupied by the lube bottle and lube, I couldn't react quickly enough to grab it before it rolled away. All I could do was shake my head praying it didn't wake up his downstairs neighbors.

But in my tipsy drive to play with that ball, I decide to get down on my hands and knees and crawl underneath WillCo (who's still in the sling) go to find the ball. Pressing my head to the floor, I found it underneath the radiator. I reach out to grab it and accidentally brush the plastic clothing mannequin that was leaning against the wall right there...and she starts to fall over on me and toward Willco, still laying in the sling.

I grabbed the ball and jumped up and back to press the mannequin against the wall with my back. That stopped it from falling. But in the middle of all the chaos, I had a nano-second of reflection on the fact that this is my life: Friday night, wee hours of the morning, wearing rubber, covered in sweat, lube, pre-cum, holding a dirty, sticky billiard ball and wrestling a plastic mannequin (and the feather boa she wears).

I don't think life gets much better than this.

 

(Side note: I haven't written much about my escapades lately because I fell into that trap of "If I'm too inappropriate, it will hurt my ability to book speaking gigs." Then I was reminded that my blog is supposed to be a truthful, honest account written by me about my journey for those who want to read it. So fuck all that. Prepare for the return of my life in electronic copy.)

RubberBomb at the Eagle on 3/2

I know I haven't written much lately. I'll post and update soon. Promise.

For now, there's a more pressing matter.

The news has been circling the social networking sites the last few days, but in case you missed the news, here's the official press release from Mr. International Rubber:

"In Memoriam 
Jason Lynch "RubberJason" 
Mr. International Rubber 16 
February 24, 1975 - February 25, 2013 

It is with great sadness and heavy heart that we report the passing of our current Mr. International Rubber, Jason Lynch, on Monday February 25th, one day after his 38th birthday. Jason's partner found him unconscious when he arrived home from work. Paramedics were unable to revive him and a cause of death is not known at this time. 

Jason, was just three months into his title year and was looking forward to his first international trip as MIR16, to judge the Mr. Montreal Rubber contest this weekend. He had forged a strong relationship with the Rubber Men of San Francisco and was so very happy to bring the title back to the Boston area where MIR's predecessor, the Mr. Vulcan Rubber contest began. 

This comes as a huge blow to all of us and casts a pall over our international rubber family. As is our tradition, we ask that you raise a glass this weekend while you are out with your rubber and fetish family in celebration of Jason's life, all that he was able to accomplish and the fun loving nature that
propelled him to the top of his class at MIR16. 

We will be replacing our website later today with a memorial page with pictures of Jason proudly representing the International Rubber community, having fun and representing our title so well. 

We extend our condolences to his partner Stephen Perry, his family, his brothers in the New England Rubbermen & The Rubbermen of San Francisco, his classmates from MIR16 and to everyone whose life he touched and impacted. 

Rest In Peace Brother. 
You will be missed, but not forgotten."

I never knew Jason that well, but I know he touched the lives of many and will be sorely missed. I think I only barely got to shake hands with him at MIR when he won this past November. One thing about Jason DID stick in my mind during the contest. The onstage question portion was as follows: "You have been assigned the job of designing a rubber amusement park. What is the name of the park? What is the main attraction, and how does it work?"

I remember Jason's confidence as he stepped up to the microphone and answered, without hesitation, 

"I would name my amusement park after my own personal mantra:

    'You WISH you were

            having this much fun.'"

 

Everything about Jason's life lived up to this mantra. He was an inspiration to everyone, myself included. 

Rubbermen all over the world will be gathering this weekend to raise a glass in honor of Jason Lynch, Mr. International Rubber 16. Here in Minneapolis, please join us for a RubberBomb during Underwear Night at the Minneapolis Eagle on Saturday, 3/2. Let's meet for a commemorative drink and toast to Jason around 11pm. I think it would be respectful of his life, and then proceeding on to terrorize the boys in their underwear would make him proud. He would have wanted it that way.

You'll be missed, Jason. But never forgotten.