The smell of leather was strong on the dance floor of The Oasis. It's not that leather is the most practical material for shaking your booty, but when it's the official dance of Palm Springs Leather Pride what else are you going to wear? While I sweated to the oldies in my own personal leather chaps and vest oven, I flirted. One hottie in particular caught my eye and I made sure to sweat in his general direction. After I took a break from my flirtatious gyrations my friend Greg pointed out that the object of my flirtation bore a striking resemblance to myself. When I looked again I saw his point. Oh well. It's not like it's some big newsflash that I worship at the throne of Narcissus. And I'd rather get caught flirting with a look-a-like than making out with the mirror again. Cuz, well, that was just embarrassing.
| November 13, 2007 01:32pm | 
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