When the customers comment on the cold weather first, then the girl getting a flogging.
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Your latex is either Vex or Polymorphe.
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You have two pair of boots when going out : the sexy boots and the practical boots.
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All your high heels are boots so you can wear socks.
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You are ready for sex with your sexy latex catsuit...under at least two whool blankets.
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We hurry along the 17 and hope there are no cops that will catch us in the act. That's when having a real car could have come in handy but I love our cocotte nonetheless (cocotte is an affectionate term we use in French that actually means pine cone. Go figure)
We consult the map
and wonder if it would be better to avoid a detour through a town
called Jacksonville (we are now in North Carolina) and take a road
that seems to be shorter rather than with the highway. I read in our
guidebook about Jacksonville and it seems it's a Marine town where
everything is bent around that fact. I don't see how anything
interesting could happen from going through there but on the flip side, it
may slow us down to be on roads and not highways.
a short deliberation, we decide to stay on route as there must be a
reason the guide suggests to go that way.
7:30 we start getting really worried because we may not make it in
time for the ferry, in which case we will be stuck doing nothing
until tomorrow and that would really suck. We'd still make it to
Suspension, which is great, but it means less time outside of parties
with our friends, which was kinda the purpose of going to NY :(
At that moment, I tell Seb that we should not worry about the future, just revel in the fact that we are on vacation, without a worry in the world. To tell the truth, it's the first time in years I feel light as a feather with no other worry on my mind than what I'll put next as a CD.
Now, I don't know if I should have knocked on wood or just like in the TV show Angel, we are cursed and should never be happy, but as we are discussing this, a weird noise starts and Seb looks worried
at once. I think it may be the road, as the noise is very rhythmic,
but Seb prefers to stop to be safe and as he da man, it seems very
sound to do as he says.
turns out he was right to be worried (I guess that's why he da man)
because the car won't start again. This is one thing I am no good at
trouble shooting, so I let him do his thing.
doesn't tell me much but his body language says enough: he is really
worried. I tell myself that there is no need to panic until we know
what's wrong, surely we couldn't be that unlucky as to have
irreparable damage on our road trip, our first real vacation in three
few minutes after we are stopped on the side of the highway, a truck
stops behind us, and a guy pops out, asking if we need any help.
really surprised at how nice that gesture that is!
looks a bit at things with Seb and they both agree that it probably
is the timing belt and they both now seem worried. I ask Seb how much
a timing belt costs and he says 30$. Well, I am relieved.
he says that the problem with a timing belt is that is actually does
what it's named after: it's a belt that times pieces so that they work
together properly. A stripped belt means the part were no longer timed and it
may mean that the entire engine is scrap, as the valves and tie rods may be completely bent by now, which would cost a fortune and take a long time to repair.
man gives us the number for a tow truck but there is no answer. No
shit, it's almost 8 on a Friday night...
get in his truck and he looks for numbers with us but either there's
no answer or we're told they're closed.
a little while, Rick (he's now upgraded to a name!) says that he has a
trailer at home and will tow us where we need to go.
a call to his wife, he finds out that we're in luck, as there is a
Suzuki dealer in town. We're also in luck because we have the good fortune
to have a good Samaritan stop for us that happened to have a trailer!
feel really grateful but also bad taking him away from his family on
a Friday night and tell him as such. He shrugs and says it is no
quiz him a little and learn that he is an aviator for the Marines and
he was just coming back from flying when he saw us. I am very
ignorant of the military in the States (well I'm equally ignorant of
the Canadian Forces, as I barely know who flies our three planes and
who drives our four tanks) so I tell him that I didn't know the
Marines had an air force.
explains that the Marines are the amphibious force of the military,
working closely with the Navy to provide a quick and combined strike
force. I'll go to bed more knowledgeable it seems, maybe this was the reason we needed to go through Jacksonville. A girl needs to be educated.
he installs the trailer on his truck, Seb quietly tells me that I
need to stop referring to the Marines as the army, as it isn't the
same thing at all and usually marines will not take kindly to it.
getting back in the truck, I apparently have not integrated Seb's
advice well enough because as I am asking more questions, Rick
eventually tells me, very calmly, that the marines are very different
from the army which are basically the infantry and that the word I
may be looking for is the military.
Thankfully I was in the presence of a Marine with no misplaced ego
as he seemed more amused than anything else at the whole thing.
I muse if my ignorance of the MILITARY is a good or bad thing, we
arrive in the parking lot of the Suzuki dealership.
seems,again, we are in luck as they have started this week to open on
Saturdays, so at least we're not stuck all weekend wondering what's
wrong with our car!
recommends a hotel on the other side of the street that his family
stay at when visiting. He advises against walking around town too
much tonight, as a lot of marines are on stay and tend to get drunk
and do stupid stuff. Living downtown Montreal I wonder how different
it can really be, but we take his advice.
room is very nice despite its small price and most certainly an upgrade from sleeping in the
car, so I am thinking maybe this is a blessing in disguise and I
decide that tomorrow we'll learn the car can be easily fixed and this
was just a good excuse to provide me with a hot shower and a bit of
rest. We have our laptop, we have our DVDs to and all the
necessary adapters to connect the laptop to the TV and although we
never would have spent the money on the room, so far this car trouble
isn't so bad ;)
good night to you all monophasic sleepers, I'll watch movies and
entertain myself as you all sleep and will give you news tomorrow.
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A small hiccup occurs as
we leave the Keys, instead of our usual 20 min. nap we end up waking
up after more than 5 hours of sleep. Maybe it was the alcohol that
messed up our sleep pattern (alcohol wreaks havoc on sleep cycles)
but neither of us heard the alarm. This throws our entire trip off
target and has the unfortunate downside of having us drive during the
day through some really uninteresting places, only to go through some
of the places we want to see at night, like Jekyll Island and
So I try to take in some
local American flavour as we go through some pretty banal roads and I
make those observations:
the roads are awesomely
smooth thanks to the warm climate (frost shows no kindness to the
state of the roads back home)
A majority of businesses
seem to concentrate on cars (car washes, car rental, used car
dealers, new car dealers), weight loss and fatty food. There is an
ironic remark to be made from the last two but it feels so cliché
I'd rather shy away from making it.
Words get shortened a
lot (like through = thru and parkway = pkwy)
You can go through
interesting flora changes in a day if you drive fast enough.
Unfortunately, no matter
how quick we drive we do not make it to Jekyll Island before the
sunrise, but we decide to go despite the fact that everyone and
everything will be asleep. Except the person taking care of the
admission of course, but frankly, I should not waste your time
writing about this, as there is very little to say, except that we
saw some deers and they were tiny and it was very cute. yay.
make it to Savannah before sunrise but decide to wait until it's day
despite our being short on time, as this is a particularly charming
town, that you may remember from the movie Forest Gump (it's the city
where he was waiting for the bus) or from Midnight
in the Garden of Good & Evil.
It has been called the most beautiful city in North America and it's
easy to see why: as it is a National Historic Landmark, everything
has been preserved and gives you an inkling as to what it may have
looked like a few centuries ago.
upside is the fact that it hasn't been invaded by tourists traps, so
no annoying factor, just kilometers of cool architecture and luscious
can't really spend much time there so I do not have any witty remarks
to make (and it's pretty much a matter of opinion as to whether or not I usually have any :P) so you go there and let me
know what I should have written.
we are headed for Ocracoke island, where we will take a series of
ferries (which I can't wait for!) in order to get on the other side
to Atlantic City!
is near Hilton Head Island, where I used to go on vacation with my
parents and I ask Seb if we can make the detour so I can show him
around a little.
a much longer drive than I remember and to my disappointment, most
interesting places to see cannot be accessed without a guest or
resident pass (I also didn't remember this more important part), which we obviously do
that time wasted! Fortunately my man's a patient one and he suggests
we stop in a local restaurant to make up for the detour.
We're still fairly south, but the tea isn't sweet here. However the chicken
wings are spicy and that's what matters!
After our meal, we are
back on our way, although this time we're a bit worried as upon
consulting our maps, we realize that we are further away than we
Will Isabeau and Sébastien make it in time for the last ferry? < tense music > Stay tuned to discover what happens to our protagonists in the next episode of "Poor and easily amused, the lifestyle of two fetish morons!"
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The more we get south,
the more it seems like the amount of water I ingest makes no
difference in the dead bloated fish state I am now officially in.
My feet are so swollen,
my shoes no longer fit. Ayayaye!
On the upside, the view
takes my mind off my enlarged walking pods, as the blue sky is only
outmatched in splendor by the deep blue-green water (I should have
said turquoise but it didn't feel right).
Once we are in the
Keys...I can feel my heart grow three sizes as I take it all in.
First, there is the tropical flora which is exceptionally colourful
and dense. Second, I suspect the entire place to be a weekend
pirate town and the only reason we do not see them is because it's Wednesday. Then the tiny and adorable houses, which proliferate
everywhere just make you want to move in and never leave!
I am short on words to
describe just how unique the personality of this place is, particularly as we may be
in the US, but the mood is definitely Caribbean!
Even Key West, the
tourist part of the Keys is absolutely charming. People are beaming
and everyone has a smile on their faces.
had not realized just how hot it would be, so I buy a little dress
completely appropriate for the Keys, a dress that brings me a little
further away from my usual solemn wardrobe. With the now appropriate garb, I feel
like my Montreal life is in another dimension, that I am now a
different Isa. It's hard to believe that just a week ago I was in the cold weather of Montreal as I strut around the streets feeling right at home and swear to myself that one day we will live here.
It brings out the
romantic side in Seb and I (in the popular meaning of the word, as I
certainly do not plan for my love story to end in a tragic affair ;))
and in order to celebrate our engagement we decide to buy a ring
each, at a jewelry store on a lovely street called Duval. For some
reason, the idea of getting engaged was celebratory enough in and of
itself at the time that we never did anything more than bask in the fact that we
would eventually get married, but this place, and the fact that we
have time and are so merry makes it such an appropriate a gesture!
Even the fact that they have my size (I have small fingers so usually
I have to have rings made) is proof that the Keys were waiting for
us, I tell myself :) We will most certainly have custom made rings
when we get married, but those will definitely do until then!
interminably like a two week old couple we decide to go for a swim and,
just like the rest, the beaches do not disappoint with their white sand and warm waters.
The only shadow on this otherwise impeccable moment is background noise provided by a woman near us that speaks loudly in Spanish on a cell phone. At first, it's OK, but she spoke the ENTIRE
time we were on the beach, and we stayed for a long time!.
She was doing it leisurely, all the while sitting on the knees of a
man that looked at her with resigned patience.
I have no idea what she
is talking about nor why she feels the need to do it on the beach but
I suddenly remember this teenager on the bus once, who bobbed his
head with vigor to huge headphones that (he unfortunately did not
realize) were obviously not plugged to anything. So I decide on the
spot that she is from a remote place and upon arriving in America
she saw everyone with these devices glued to their heads but without
understanding what they are for, she is just content talking to
the phone. I'm sure it's therapeutic because she is unrelenting!
Eventually having soaked
in all the sun we could to the sound of the
sea woman, we decide that our body
lacks massive quantities of alcohol of some fruity
We walk towards the other
side of the island and find this lovely place on a dock that features
an incredible menu, both for food and drinks. My feet are by now killing me and I even have blisters under them (how I've managed, I have no idea) but I refuse to let that fact deter me from my excellent mood. I tell myself that alcohol will help with the pain and indeed it does and life is good.
The sun is now setting
and the moment couldn't be better. The drinks are exactly what
they should be (strong in alcohol and full in flavour) and I can look
at my fiancé against this backdrop of paradise: this is a flawless
moment in time and space. Just like some classical pieces of music,
if even a small thing was different the perfection would be absent,
so I sit back and wallow in this pure joy.
We walk around
everywhere, taking in all the charm of the Keys like some kind of
precious perfume we will bottle and bring back with us.
Too inebriated by the
charm of the city, once again time flies by and now that we've walked enough to have a little room for desert, most places are
As it is inconceivable to leave Key
West without some key lime pie in my tummy, we ask around and
eventually manage to find a place. After having bought two enormous slices, we settle for
eating in on the beach, as it has a magic charm, perfect to savour the sweetness this pie has in store for us. To my dismay, the pie is really commercial and actually way bellow
in quality from what I can buy at our local grocery store so I am left with a general unease from having eaten too much, which is not compensated by the pleasure I've had in overeating. Woe is me! Oh well..I
guess this is just a reminder that I can't expect life to be perfect
all the time ;)
So on that cue, we start
making our way back to the normal world. I'd love to stay longer and although we try to see what we can do to stay another day,we have to come to the inevitable realization that with the
limited time we have to get back to Montreal, we cannot extend our stay if we want to have enough time to take the scenic road all the way home.
So again (I feel I'll be
saying this often on this trip) all good things must come to an end
and after a last stroll on the beach, we get back in the car and
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The day is well spent
doing nothing and for someone that doesn't usually have much practice
with that, I have to gloat and say that I am quite good at it. I am a
natural at lounging around.I am even multi-talented, as I can do it
around the pool, at the hotel or in our room, . I love the fact that
I have nothing better to do but lay by the pool, not getting a suntan
(fps 60 cream forbids it)
Cool fact #1: thanks for
our polyphasic sleeping, we are out and about at all hours of the day
and around 9am as I am walking on our hotel floor, I notice that ALL
the doors have the “Do not disturb sign”. I should have taken a
picture, it would have been worth a thousand words!
Getting ready for the
night is glitch free (which anyone that knows me will tell you it's
rare, as I have a special curse that makes getting ready a freakish
time, where gravity no longer has a hold on reality...) and we enjoy
another bottle of mousseux while listening to some appropriately
horny making music.
Cool fact #2: there is no
ice left in the ice machine. I have never seen that happen in my
entire life. Probable cause: an entire hotel out to party ;)
Going to the venue is
easy (this year all venues were very easily accessible from the
hotel) and we hear the thumping of the music as we walk to the venue,
letting us know we are getting towards the right place.
Upon entering, my
attention is immediately grabbed but the actual venue. Maybe that's
because I also organize parties, but I can't help but notice how cool
the place is. A huge and very majestic staircase leads to different
balconies that would be very chi-chi if it wasn't for the fact that
they are packed with fetishists.
The place is definitely
packed. The music is pretty good, although not as much to my
taste as the previous night.
Again, we see many
different familiar faces a lot of friends are here but it's so hectic
that doing anything but waving or exchanging a few words is somewhat
The outfits are cool to
look at, but again what kills me is the heat. I guess Floridians are
used to it so they do not pump in as much AC as a Montrealer needs. I
am overheating in my head to tow latex outfit!
I don't know how I
managed, but apparently I missed the shows, bou! So again, we bow out
a little early and go to the pool.
I won't bore you with the
details, as this night is a bit of a repeat of the previous one but
don't think for one second it wasn't memorable in it's own right.
Unlike most of the people
who came for the weekend, we are not leaving Monday as for us there
is one more event: a laid back get together at Glenn and Donna's
house. It's a tradition they have: as they do not have time to see
people during the weekend as they're organizing the whole thing, they
invite a few people at their house to allow for some socialization
before they finally get some rest.
Leaving the hotel, there
is a noticeably different atmosphere, as most pervs now have left the
site and it has now been claimed back by normality. I don't know if
it's just me or I'm suffering from post traumatic sex disorder but
normal people are weird.
We make our way to Glenn
and Donna's house to find the who's who of the fetish scene and again
upon arrival I can tell things are different from last year, as we
know a lot more people and feel right at home.
It's great to get to
talk to these people in a more laid back setting, as it allows us to
get to know them a little better.
The only thing missing is
our good friend Luk, who's wasn't been able to make it this year and
whom I've missed all weekend.
Glenn and Donna are,
again, impeccable hosts and we need to learn their trick, as although
they're probably completely wiped by now, they still manage to be
gracious, pleasant and they actually look like a million bucks. Seb
and I were completely useless the day after our first festival and
had we not the obligation to open the store on the next Tuesday, we
would have gladly taken the week off.
I guess having fourteen
years of experience comes in handy ;)
So after having good
food, good alcohol and especially good company, it is once again time
to head back to our hotel room, but this time for the last night, as
tomorrow we are headed out to Key West, the next step of our non
fetish road trip.
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My 4 liters a day plan is
still going on strong and the frequency to which I go to the bathroom
is obvious evidence of my dedication to the cause of loosing the
excess water I carry around.
And it seems to have
worked because I can finally zip my precious latex dress! I still
look a little bit like a ball, but a svelte one ;)
This party is a little
less crowded than the night before, but perhaps it's also because we
got there late. The music is especially to my taste, with some techno
industrial remixes of songs I love, like Kiss & Swallow by IAMX.
However, dancing in that heat with a latex dress proves to cause
overheating and I grab a flyer to fan myself with. Yes, that was me
After some dancing, some
minor groping and a bit of flirting, we go back to the hotel, this
time determined to go to the various room parties. We stop by room
1101, which is the happening of the weekend, as it's the Tribe's room
and they're always party central. I have no idea when these guys
sleep, but I don't think I've ever seen one ever rest, even after
sleeping over at some of these guy's houses. Polyphasic sleeping bows
Not only is it party
central, but these guys have gone a few miles further along the road
to hosting a cool afterparty, as they have an open bar for their
guests. So between that, the lush two floor suite and the excellent
company, how are we expected to make it out of the room in time to go
to other afterparties?
There are people
chatting, people playing, and a general state of debauchery that
makes me quite happy.
But eventually, as all
good things do come to an end, we feel it is time for us to bow out
and get some polyphasic rest.
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Have you ever heard of a
four star Sheraton hosting a pervy pool party? Me either! So I am
looking forward to this particular event! For the occasion, I am
wearing a powernet & pvc dress and light jacket that we make at
the store and the fact that my skin reacts badly to the sun gives me
a perfect excuse to wear a big pretentious hat to go with it, so I
strut out to the pool, feeling all fancy :) Sure, it's a pool party
and one would think that I'd actually go in the pool, but I can swim
in pools whenever I want but not dress fetish around one. I
considered latex, which would allow to do both, but the idea of what
the chemicals could do would get in the way of me enjoying the
Besides, an unexpected
perk of my outfit is that I get stopped and complimented A LOT on it.
How happy do you think I am mentioning I bought it at FéticheStore
Montréal? On a scale of one to ten: I am ecstatic!
Everybody + dog is at the
pool and it's hard to keep track of all the conversations! A lot of
friends are there, this is really fun.
At last, I find Ted and
Diane, a really amazing couple from New York whom I am convinced
(although they probably wouldn't admit to it) are the godfathers of
the international fetish scene.
Ted always has something
interesting and funny to say and Diane is (simply put) a stoic wonder
woman, which makes them both people who's company I am always
grateful to be in.
sit and chat a little and Fuckin' Gerry joins us. He is also someone
around whom I am super happy to be in. I'm always surprised at how he invariably
seems to enjoy life and his huge smile and easy going
personality make him very fun to be around.
But, eventually and to my dismay,
the music dies down and indicates in no uncertain terms that it is
time to get back to the room and get ready for tonight's Alter Ego
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After getting some
mousseux to start celebrating, we get ready. So far so good,
everything seems to be starting wonderfully well...until I put on my
HOH Holly gown. Usually, not only does this dress fit like a glove,
it fits like THE glove, as it seems to show all the right things in
their best light and leave the rest to the viewers imagination. But
alas, this time around, either it has lost it's magic or something
weird has happened to my body between last week and today as I have
trouble even zipping it on!
Staring dumbly at my
feet, some light pours over my brain and I realize the atrocity of
what is going on: Isa is not made for warm humid weather. I do not
tan (seriously, the darker I get is light pink), I do not function
well in high heat and apparently my body has decided to add another
trick to it's list of things to remind me I am meant for the cool
breeze of the north: water retention!
Last year, I weighed
about 40 pounds more (the price to pay to start a new business in my
case ;)) and I may not have noticed. But I have worked hard at
loosing the extra weight and proved wrong that brain cells come and
go but fat cells live forever. And I wanted that hard work to show.
How can my body betray me like this?
Quick, quick, on the
internet, to read all the tricks on how to get rid of water
retention. Funny enough, the one that all seemed to agree on: drink a
lot of water!
OK. That doesn't help me
for the current party, so I'm going to binge on water like there is
no tomorrow and in the meantime, I'll put a corset dress on to keep
the water all strapped in ;) Plus this peculiar situation will serve as a completely bogus excuse to drink more alcohol, as it is a diuretic, it should help with the water retention, eh. (In fact it doesn't but I'd rather not spend time pondering the complexities of the human body just now)
I look at what I have and
immediately set my sights on this incredibly pretty white satin and
black lace corset dress that we make at the store. It seems to do the
trick and although it is a bit too chic for a play party, I decide I
will make up for it by playing very dirty... ;) Which, upon arriving
to the club is immediately out of the question as the place is PACKED
solid and there is no room to do much. So, after some rubbing and
tugging, some of it good, some of it bad (the bad being a huge black
sweaty dude that pretty much strapped me to his chest with one arm
while petting me with the other and who didn't seem to ever want to
let go) we decide to bow down early (it's about 2am) and head back to
the pool, where we know our friends will come to join us after the
party. Having a car is amazing, as we have to wait for no man (in
this case the man being the bus) and we come and go as we please!
Fetish freedom in a car, I like that :)
So we go change and
decide to commandeer a space in the whirlpool. We aren't the only
ones who thought to get there earlier to have a bit of room before
the craziness occurs and after a little while of chatting with our
wise neighbours, the bulk of the crowd gets here as well as the
poolside DJ and all quietness is a matter of the past (but don't
think for a second that I mean this in a bad way)
I'm glad to see Laura,
the talent behind the amazing Vex brand. I swore to stop
complimenting her so much for fear she will end up charging more once
she realizes her actual worth, but I have to say that of all the
people we do business with, not only is she one of the most talented,
but also one of the most professional and easy to deal with. Also,
and this is certainly not the least important of her quality, she has
a very calm and strong aura, with a great smile and it makes being
around her very pleasant. So we stay a little, but by that time, it's
time for our nap (I always feel so old saying this...) and although
it's hard to pry ourselves away from the party, we remind ourselves
that 20 minutes later we'll be back partying without being one iota
tired unlike the rest of the flock. Seeing things that way, it does
make a whole lot of sense to tear yourself away from the action.
On our way out (people
seem to be a lot more understanding than I thought about this whole
polyphasic sleep thing as soon as we explain why in hell we are going
for a nap now) we get invited to different room parties, which I
always prefer over the official ones because not only do you get to
connect with people more easily as the music is quieter, but that's
also where the good stuff usually happens ;)
But life had another plan
for us, as upon waking up, Seb and I decide to get in the mood and
start playing a little bit and as it's rare we have a lot of time on
our hands that we can just do whatever we want without a deadline, we
completely loose the notion of time and realize at one point that
daylight is now creeping in through the curtains. Scheisse! Oh well,
there are two other nights to make up for it <evil grin>
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There is very little time
to get to Florida. This is where our polyphasic sleeping will come in
handy, i.e. no need to stop for an entire night to sleep.
We do not even stop to
eat. Our car is a Suzuki Swift (although we learned last week after
trying to get in the wrong car who turned out to belong to an
American that in the States they sell them as Chevrolet Aveos) and
we've transformed it into a mini mobile home (and those who know how
small that car is know what I mean by mini)
We have a soft shell cooling unit for the car, that allows us to
bring yogourt, cold cuts, veggies and lettuce. We also have a
converter that makes it possible to plug our magic bullet to make
delicious smoothies. Between that and the cutting board on my knees
where I chop peppers, cucumbers and mushrooms, the adjacent car
drivers have trouble believing their eyes when they see my culinary
exploits in this tiny space. I feel like a mutant, this trip is off
to a good start!
The only hiccup so far is
staying awake at night. I thought we were black belts in polyphasic
sleep, but at home we usually stay pretty active at night so the
moving around may have made it impossible for us to know that being
still in a car while it's dark and uninteresting make us so drowsy
that we stop for naps twice as often. It makes the whole thing a lot
So minus the black belt
in Polyphasic sleeping, we take a little longer getting to Florida
and make it to the Fetish Factory store five-ish rather than noon-ish
like we had wanted.
Another annoying thing is
that my feet seem annoyed by how little I use them over this car
trip. To remind me of their existence, they swell to proportions
previously unheard of for feet as tiny is mine, which is both
uncomfortable and weird. We won't be saying that my head won't fit in
the door, but I do not even want to speculate on what it means to
have that problem with your feet...
On the up side, the same
converter that kept us well nourished thanks to the magic bullet,
also lets me plug in my various beauty devices, thus I arrive with
two overimportant organs of locomotion but at least I am all groomed
and ready to roll.
The store is of course
swarming with people, amongst which more than a few familiar faces
and I cannot help but feel that things have changed so much within a
year. Last year we were newbies that traveled with a comforting flock
of Montrealers, but this time around only us and possibly one or two
other from our home town have made the trip, but it really doesn't
matter, as it seems that since the last year we have made so many
friends from all over that the world indeed is our oyster. It's a
great feeling :)
So I get to say hi and
chat a little with many different people, two of whom I am
particularly happy to see: Michael Diamond, the perfect gentleman
photographer and Erik Kling, the head of Marquis USA who has been
incredibly nice to us since we've met him. I am always looking
forward to seeing these two and unfortunately (as usual) I'll see too
little of both during the weekend.
We browse away and we see
all this abundance of stock, oh my! Rows of corsets, latex stockings,
gloves, dresses....Now, I'm very proud of our store, especially
considering it's been build with a whole lot of nothing, but I do
wish it will be like the FF store when it grows up ;)
After some proper
gushing, we get to our hotel to check in.
Initially, there was no
room in the host hotel, as we had made up our mind at the last
minute, but fortunately for us, Glenn contacted us late last night to
let us know a cancellation occurred at the main hotel and that we'd
have a room with the other pervs. Ahhhh, I love the sound of pieces
of the fetish puzzle falling into place :)
Getting there, we realize
how lucky we are to have been able to get a room because it's like
walking into the FetishSheraton. Except for the staff, pretty much
everyone has some vestimentary (apparently both my spell check and
the dictionary tell me this word doesn't exist, but it should, so I
am leaving as is, nah) indication that they are kinky. And lucky for
us, our amazing friends the Casanovas, Mike B. & Flouer from the
New York Tribe are right there in the lobby's bar so we get a very
warm welcome to sunny Florida.
The Casanovas are this
glamorous couple who ooze charm. Yaya is always so glitzy, with
occasional ironic remarks that let you know just how smart she is and
William has earned a privilege unheard of in Québec: he is the only
man allowed to slap anyone's butts without warning them first...he's
just that charming that you turn around and upon realizing who it is,
you become happy as a puppy!
So with such a great
entourage, how could the weekend go wrong?
MAY THE FESTIVITIES
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(pictures to follow soon)
airplane means...no limit on the amount of stuff I bring! That is an
absolute first. My packing-fu is really strong and I'm usually very
good at packing a lot in very little. Also, apparently against my
gender's usual genetic predisposition to pack anything they could
possibly need for a fetish party lasting a year, I make do with very
little. I know men who married for less, so I remind Seb once in a
while how lucky he is to have a woman with a small suitcase.
this time, Seb is not in luck. For all the years I have been
reasonable, all matters of practicality are relagated to the back of
my mind as I shove pair of shoes after pair of shoes on top of
impossibly heavy latex and beloved corsetry.
I prefer this or that outfit? Who cares, let's BRING IT ALL! The car
will sink the ship it stands on :)
may have married for less but fortunately for me I am engaged, so Seb
seems trapped under all those heavy suitcases for the time being ;)
we need a playlist, finding the right songs to fit the moment is a
hobby of mine. Some Morcheeba when we're feeling mellow, Blink-182
and Gomez on the road, Portishead when nursing a hangover by the
pool, IAMX when feeling horny and TOOL for all occasions.
of course, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, more specifically Road Tripping,
as I've made it a tradition to start any road trip with it:
trippin with my two favorite allies (in this case Seb and my House Of
Harlot Holly gown)
Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
time to leave this town
Its time to steal away
Lets go get
Anywhere in the U.S.A.
Lets go get lost
Lets go get
the first time it actually fits with the USA part, I am truly
psyched, this will be awesome!
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right ladies and gents, yours truly and her
fiancé (yay!) have decided at the last minute, to road trip to
Fetish Factory, Florida, (I am writing this as if FF is a city, and
for one weekend it is!) to go to their Anniversary weekend.
really wanted to go, especially as this year Glenn and Donna (the
owners of Fetish Factory) managed to have a whole hotel reserved, and
that's something as a fetishist you really do not want to miss. But
as new business owners, it didn't make sense financially, so we
decided against it.
as the events got closer, we had different phone calls from companies attending and we had many good opportunities to do good business
that were offered to us, so we racked our brains to find a way to go.
idea came from Seb: as the expensive thing is often the airfare, he mentioned as a joke that we could drive. But it's a three day drive
(two if you really hit the pedal and do not break often) so six days
to travel for three days of vacation seemed ridiculous.
was determined to go. Not even for business reasons. Truth be told,
I've been working my ass off for three years now with very little
downtime and my body and mind have been telling me in no uncertain
terms for a little while now that it needs some R&R thus I've set
my mind to making this thing work!
let's see...What we have is a car, some friends and a shitload of resourcefulness. After a few phone calls, it seemed that in between
people that owed us favours and others that were willing to do us
some, we could manage to take 12 days off, which is plenty for us to
turn this weekend into a road trip!
our polyphasic sleeping comes in very handy (if you have no idea what
I am talking about, check out my blog on the subject) as we'll be
able to drive at night and sight see during the day, allowing us to
forgo the use of a hotel, making this trip dirt cheap!
plan: leave Montreal on Thursday around 3am and drive like crazy to
get to Florida Friday.
get cleaned up at the hotel where we'll get a room for the weekend as
I just don't see myself getting ready for a fetish party in the car!
Although, come to think of it, I've already done this to go to a
party in NY...but the experience is not one I wish to repeat unless
the weekend, we'll head down south to Key West and drive all along
the east coast to get back home, stopping by NY to stay with our
amazing friends Mike and Flouer, who are some of my favourite people in the world.
Mike is one of the
most decent man I have ever met, but let that not make you think he
is anything but a hardcore player. He's like the energizer bunny and
keeps going and going and going...
Flouer is an awesome
dichotomy as she is both sweet and completely twisted (in a good way). Also, the naive look makes it awesomely cool to watch her give the best lap dances one has ever
Another reason to end our trip in NY is to enjoy Tribe's
Suspension party. We're especially looking forward to that, as we've
heard nothing but good things about this soirée and that's really
rare. Also, through the last years, we've made friends with some
amazing people from NY and around but seeing each other at fetish
parties makes it really hard to really connect so this time around,
we'll be sure to make time to see our beloved friends :)
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To preserve the tradition of FéticheSchool (it did start this whole
thing after all!) I've decided to keep myself a little corner to write
about nothing and everything.
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We've insulated our home and installed new thermostats in the house to cut down on the electricity fees.
works beautifully, especially considering that Seb programmed them all
well, so that when we wake up, the kitchen and dining room are warm,
when we come back from work the living room is warm and when we go to
bed the bedroom is.
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So, last Friday during our happy hour at the store (and the cocktails
were delicious, miah!) this guy walks in. He seems evidently
intoxicated and just gets stuck near the cashier and stares at Freaky
Nat. After a while she asks him what he wants and he says:
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Three weeks ago, Mademoiselle Kinky spend the night outside. It's not the first time but it rarely happens and I always worry a little. But this time, when she came in, her usually so quick seemed really confused, dilated pupils and her nose full of mucus.
I told myself, she catched a cold, she's never been sick in 8 years, it was bound to happen!
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was at your last party in November.
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