Tomorrow is Thursday, the fourth of July, and I shall be departing my beloved Canadian soil for the hipsterrific scenes of Portland, Oregon. The occasion? Why, it’s the World Domination Summit, silly!
I’ve been busy practicing my lines for the inevitable moment when the handsome US Customs officer asks me where I’m going and mistakenly hears, as a result of my charming Canadian accent, that I’m heading down to attend the World Dominatrix Summit. Then he’ll have to inspect my carry-on bag for chains, whips, chips, and dips, and will be disappointed when he only finds a fresh Moleskin notebook and my sexy compression socks. (more…)