Leather men from all over the country and all around the world are streaming into downtown Chicago like... well, like a backroom watersports party after four hours of Beer Bust.
Come on, I had to say it. It's IML!
The Loop hasn't quite been overtaken by the smell of J-Lube, Jungle Juice and jockstraps just yet, but straight people walking down the street beside dozens of bears, Daddys, bootblacks and boys, already have a glazed look in their eyes.
Most of them seem to be thinking "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!," but a few are trying to remember the foot-tapping code they read about when Larry Craig was arrested.
And being a Chicagoan during all this makes me feel like "I've Got a Golden Ticket!" A golden E ticket, if you will.
So much to ride... so little time...