Once upon a time we used to go to a bar called The Lizard Lounge in Toronto. Fetish night was the best time to go there because the bar would be full of people you could exploit. Don't get me wrong, these people wanted to be exploited, were there to be exploited. And maybe I have a streak of cruelty in me, because exploiting people can be fun. I feel justified, because I exploit myself with the same sort of vigor. They had the best fashion shows and there was always a seedy feeling of expectation.

I had an ashtray boy. I should say WE had an ashtray boy because I believe in sharing. This is a very useful accessory to have when out for a night of drinking, dancing and partial nudity. I guess this profession is now obsolete though, given the smoking laws we now have in this province.

I gave pretty much all my fetish gear to a second hand store. I hope someone put it to good use.