I am here to give a short presentation and to attend a conference. It’s been really busy, from morning to night — sorry, Chicago buds, no time to visit. I have been meeting and strategizing and such from early morning breakfasts through the conference during the day to way-too-late pizza at Lou Malnati’s. (Chicago is definitely a pizza town, and Lou’s makes a great one, or two, or three….)
Chicago is also a leather-friendly town. While I am in professional meetings and business clothes during the day, after the official meetings ended, I returned to my room and took off the business duds. I put on leather jeans last night with a regular shirt, and tonight, I went “all leather” with the leather jeans and a leather shirt that’s cut like a regular shirt. Accompanying the leathers were my Chippewa Hi-Shine lug-soled Engineer Boots.
No one in my group attending the conference or with whom I had dinner last night or tonight when I was wearing my leather said a thing. No one. Not a word. Nada. As I have said often, nobody really cares. And believe me, if someone had anything to say, this group probably would have. I had the confidence in myself enough to wear my leathers and take my jacket off for someone in the group to take these pictures. She just smiled and snapped the pics, then said, “lets go eat.”
The only person who said anything was a bellhop at the hotel. The hotel where I am staying is the same one where International Mr. Leather will be hosted in late May. He said, “here kinda early, aren’t you?” He gave me a wink and a smile. I just said, “been here for that… (my partner and I attended in 2007)… not this year.” Then he helped someone with his luggage and that was it.
I return home to my man early Friday, and to enjoy a nice anniversary weekend with the man who means the world to me.