I have two memories I’d like to share about IML… well, 3, but one is a very quick memory.
The first is the first time I walked into the Leather Market at IML was, I believe, 1995. One of my first experiences in being ‘out’ as a kinkling. I was scared half to death, did not know what to expect, went by myself, and I’m not sure what I hoped to see there, as I had not really learned all that much, this was pretty much around the time I was just really starting to make connections.
So, I walk in, right next to the porn. I don’t remember which studio and I don’t remember much except in front of me was a monitor showing me a video of a bottom getting fisted with both hands by the top. It looked like it was elbow deep. I cocked my head to one side and watched in disbelief. The guy manning the booth must’ve saw my “FRESH NEWBIE MEAT” sign, comes over and in a low voice inquired “Do you like what you see?”
“No!” was the only thing I could utter, probably in a half squeak. “But… that’s really fascinating!”
And I’ve been in love with the IML Leather Market ever since. I’ve only missed about 3 or 4 in the past 20 years. Wow… I feel old. 20 years.
My second memory of IML is from last year. Master Morris and slave jonathan, International Master/slave 2013, came to visit, as did Master D/slave passion from Northeast. We had a special MAsT meeting on IML weekend, to welcome our out of town guests. It was just wonderful, having that Master/slave vibe alongside the leatherman/woman spirit that is always with us in Chicago on IML weekend. They spoke about passion and finding passion in our M/s relationships. It was really good to share time with them, and to schlep them around.
My last favorite IML memory… was 2004 or 2005 I believe. We live about 45 minutes north of Chicago, and our usual M.O. is to come early, stay late and get little sleep. We spend less on the gas than we would on the hotel. Well.. that year… we just decided to stay home and fuck the entire weekend, which we did. I think it was 2004, this was right before I bought the house here. It was a damn good weekend.