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Published On: Thu, Feb 22nd, 2018

THE SEX FILES: What I Did, (Not Exactly) On My Summer Vacation

It rolled around just recently that my buddy, famous dirty scribe, kink class teacher M. Christian and I were invited, once again, to Sin in The City, in Las Vegas. Chris and I managed to teach at this convention three years ago, when it was held at the Riviera Hotel and Casino, a mere week before it was torn down. (This is the casino that stands in as the “Tangiers” in the movie Casino). Way back when, we had a grand old time teaching our dirty writing class, a cupping class and one on alternate bondage. This year we came in to manage the writing class and alt. bondage again, with Chris also managing double duty as one of the judges of the conventions’ International PERSON of Leather Contest.

Last time I was in town for this particular convention, I met and interviewed Dr. Victoria Hartmann at the Erotic Heritage Museum (see here) which proved to be one of those serendipitous moments for me, as I have come now to not only work for the EHM but call Dr. V one of my friends. This trip, I managed to get down to the EHM once again, to ‘take a meeting,’ as well as see my friend Dr. V. Alas, I wished I had had the time beyond just this short weekend to hang more with her and her wonderful husband Rev. Phil, a major player in infamous World Naked Bike Ride, that happens around the world). But there is just so much time during a quick weekend jaunt.

The convention happened slightly off the strip (across from the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino) at the spacious and lovely Alexis Park All Suites Resort. It’s a very comfortable, multi-building, multi-pool space, each room a suite and very welcoming to the people who attend SITC. On these weekends you will catch most of the attendees in various forms of ‘interesting’ attire (sometimes out of it) and a hotel where one feels comfortable to dress how they want is most welcomed. In fact, I had occasion to speak briefly with someone manning the check-in desk and heard how the Sin-sters were a true delight to the hotel staff.

Time and again, I hear and see how kinksters really turn out to be the most polite and sweetest folks you might ever want to meet.

Chris and I availed ourselves of Lyft the best we could, seeing how that service and Uber has taken quite a bite out of the taxi business in town (and rightly so, with taxis being so pricey). I managed some gambling, the Willy Wonka slots pulling me in (yes, I am a big time gambler, I know) but mainly Chris and I walked the strip to see what there was to see…basically lots of people about on the Super Bowl weekend, a new observation Ferris Wheel and hotels and casinos pretty much crushing on top of one another on the strip.

Now, either, Chris and I are doing things right, or the bribes we pass around are finally reaching their intended targets (kidding about this last bit) but we received quite a few compliments over our two classes. At one point a very nice lady came up to congratulate us both about the writing class (this was the first class we had for the weekend) gave us a both a big hug each and said she’d be attending our second class to be sure…which she did. We saw plenty of people return in fact, even though that second class was 9am Sunday morning. Feedback like this, as much makes you feel like a rock star (with a little r) as it is really a good barometer for us that we are doing something right. Yes, these conventions always hand out pencils and report cards for the audience to rate teachers after each class, but Chris and I never see these results. A person taking the time to say hi to us in the lobby, give us a hug or after class stop up to our table and keep asking questions, means so so much to us.

And being the sociable animals (ok sluts) that we are, Chris and I love to gab with everybody.

I got lucky, through my connections at Vintage Rock (yeah sorry, I write for other sites than just S&SNYC here) to catch Styx and Don Felder at their residency at The Venetian Hotel. It was a two-hour greatest hits extravaganza of classic rockers showing off how well they can still do that which they have been doing for decades.

I can’t rightly say how the Sin In The City dungeon play spaces were as I did not step into any and Chris and I were in our beds by the latest eleven across the weekend (crazy Vegas parties/kinksters that we are) but we had a grand time and hope Sin will have us back. Mainly, and we never say this aloud to the people who have us to these conventions (so shhh, don’t tell anybody) but for Chris and I, he living in the San Francisco Bay Area and me in Northern N.J., the best part of being invited to these conventions is that Chris and I get to hang-out and see one another where we don’t get to do this all that often. Thanks Sin In The City 2018, it was another great time!

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THE SEX FILES: What I Did, (Not Exactly) On My Summer Vacation