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Coming back the next morning — well, closer to afternoon — I did a quick clothes change and then head a block over to Granville to a resturant called Grasham’s for brunch (the photo was taken that evening, hence the neon signs being on). It’s sort of a cafeteria-style place, with acceptable food — I had Eggs Benedict, and while I’ve had better, I’ve also had worse. (Can’t beat the prices, though: even if the juice and coffee were out of proportion to the meal, $2.59 [Canadian!] is pretty dang cheap for Eggs Benedict.) That afternoon was the Rubber (and Leather) Swap Meet in one of the bars in the Dufferin Hotel (there are three, I think). Most notable was that Don from Orlando had brought something like 20 pairs of fireman’s boots with him to sell; I think he sold about half of them. I didn’t end up buying any of his boots — with three new pairs that week, I sure didn’t need them, and I was going to have enough troubles getting what I had back home!
After about 45 minutes, having checked over the swap table — I ended up buying a rubber collar — I caught the eye of one cute guy there. Actually, I seemed to catch the eye of several, but this was the one I decided to drag back up to my room for about 45 minutes of hot (and sweaty, given the hotbox of a room!) suck-n-fuck. Very enjoyable. Congenial hosts, these Canadians.
Heading back downstairs, I got directions to MOR (Mad of Rubber), Vancouver’s own rubber/latex store. (Look closely at the photo of the store, and you’ll see me reflected in the window; it took a couple mintues to set that up.) Bill says that he thinks it’s the only rubber/latex-only store on the West Coast (that is, having an actual storefront, and not selling leather or sextoys or magazines or whatever). Terry (one of the guys whose eye I had caught, although nothing came of it) accompanied me. While we were there, Mike and Don came in, and then Bill and David.
Cameron, the proprietor, only had a small stock of ready-to-buy items on hand, but several of them were interesting. He had a black t-shirt with a red oval on the chest with an X cut out of it; I’ve since seen the same design on someone from Europe, so I don’t know the origins of it. He had a long-sleeved shirt with zippers from the collar to the shoulders which I found attractive, but I wasn’t able to get into it. (Cameron could, but his arms are much thinner than mine!) I also tried on a wrestling jumper with a metal zipper (I do so like silvery things) which ran from the neck all the way around the crotch and up to the tailbone; it’s a two-way zipper. I liked it, but the model he had on hand was just a little too tight; I wouldn’t have trusted it for anything but S&M (Stand and Model). But I was quite taken by it (and so were the other guys; they all complimented me — David in particular said something like “If you had worn that, you might have won in Chicago!”), so I hadCameron measure me for a slightly larger one. He said it would take about three weeks; at just under two, I got a call from him that it was done and in the mail.
Back to the hotel, I took my leave of Terry and went to do some other shopping, but we were going to meet back at the hotel at about 8:00 and go to Bill’s together. I stopped at Golden Age Collectibles, a nearby comic book shop, but didn’t end up buying anything. Across the street, I found an early Dan Seals CD in the used bins, but the store’s filing system was out of whack, so it was not Dan Seals that he came up with, and I was out of luck. After dinner at the Kitto Japanese restaurant, I went back to the hotel for another hour or so nap.
Gresham’s
MOR’s Business Card
Made of Rubber (MOR)
(photo by Terry)Cameron of MOR
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