On paper, the Canadian AIDS Society's Skill Building Symposium in Montreal was meant to better the work of those present. In reality, it was co-opted by pharmaceutical companies and academics, it marginalized the HIV+ youth present, it embarrassingly misstepped by inviting the Federal Minister of Health and it included a pro-criminalization poster by Hamilton Public Health Services. Disgusting. By day two I had mentally checked out, and instead turned to pizza, boozes, Grinder, and pot to get me through the four day conference.
Now, while pizza, pot and booze were easy to come by, sex was proving more difficult. Of course, all day workshops about STI's, jail, and medicine didn't exactly rev the libido of those present, so sex turned out to be surprisingly hard to come by.
Well, that and the fact that the Symposium was crawling with middle aged, middle class, heterosexual, white women. Trolling on Grinder gave me a few leads, but for the most part I had to settle for exploring the local bathhouses to get my sexual kicks. I did however develop a school boy crush on fellow Symposium attendee "Joseph"; a skinny, geeky, and bespectacled hottie.
When I ran into him at Sky Bar on night three of the Montreal Symposium, I greeted him by sticking my hand down his pants and trying to finger his asshole on the dancefloor. This seemed to make the prudish "Joseph" umcomfortable, who was worried about his co-workers watching him getting frisky with an almost complete stranger. Naturally, being sensitive to his needs, I flipped him around so that his back was to the bar.
"Now", I said, "they won't notice my hand half way up your ass." If you've ever heard the term 'grey rape', know that it was invented for me.
Montreal and the Symposium itself wasn't all bad of course. Fellow blogger Bob Leahey and I got to connect and he video recorded a brief teaser interview with me for this site.
I got to hang out with one of my idols, James Murrey, who has one of the sexist speaking voices you'll ever hear, second only to Anything But Vanilla's radio host Matt LeBlanc, and I met many members of the CAS Board, and a few youth delegates, who approached me after reconizing me from Fab Magazine.
The highlight though? Watching watersports porn on the big screen at the Black Eagle Bar. In retrospect I may have had TOO much fun out in Montreal. When I finally made it home I realised I'd bounced my rent check after too much happy go lucky spending.