Coming out seems to be the theme for the week.
This weekend at least two people I consider my family came out to their families. In one case, it went as well as could be expected, the other one was, I think, more difficult and had a less comfortable outcome, at least so far.
Coming out is really about how much of our real faces we show to the people around us. It’s about trusting people with the knowledge of who we really are, the authentic person living inside the skin.
Coming out is scary, because there’s always fear of repercussions. If they see our real faces, perhaps they’ll turn away rather than look at them.
And they might. Most of us know people whose coming out did not go well, disowned at worst and distanced at best from those they told who they were.
I’ve been lucky...Read More
All right, so I am here and more or less back to normal.
I haven’t unpacked, of course. I’m still working on pictures, but I’m closer now.
I’m still processing, I think.
One of the things that was funny was how many people from Louisville were at International Mr. Leather.
We left for Chicago about 1 or so. Chicago traffic is always challenging, though I was not driving, which is always a plus to me.
I went with Jay and Karen, my Leather SIR and Leather Ms. Neither of them had ever been to IML before.
We were staying a ways out because I had gotten a deal on a hotel room, thanks to a friend...Read More
I had a great time at International Mr. Leather.
I saw lots of people I knew, met tons of people I didn’t.
I laughed until I cried more than a few times.
I took the train by myself in Chicago, which if you know me makes you afraid for me. I didn’t have any incidents, by the way.
I bought one new toy, nothing fabulous, but a long quirty thing. It was from a vendor I have bought toys from for 15 years, I didn’t have anything like it and it was very inexpensive, particularly for IML.
I had great seats at the contest and took, literally, close to 500 photos, I think, and I need to get through them.
Tonight, I am dead tired, though, and I’m not even going to write a proper blog.
Look for me soon, I swear I will be back.Read More
So, when last I left, we were at the Bizarre Bazaar and the party was about to start.
Actually, before it started, I took the opportunity to have the fabulous Sir Markos take some photos of me with slave drew for our Christmas picture.
He did a wonderful job and we ended up with at least three contenders for the position. I think it will end up being the one I posted last night, which I am referring to as “Peekaboo,” since I seem to be leaning to one side.
Later in the evening I had him take a few absolutely priceless photos with Elf Devon, one of which I posted here yesterday, too.
One of the things that has been important to me over the last few years is the bringing back of the tradition of earned Leather...Read More
July 14, 2012 Leather
I got back this evening from a going away party for a friend, to whom I presented a piece of earned leather.
It was a long night, a drive to and from Lexington, a ceremony there. I have to be up again bright and early.
So this will be very short.
I am pleased to note that I had tears in people’s eyes during the ceremony. I always say that if I can’t make someone cry during a leather presentation, I didn’t do it right.
Giving a piece of earned leather makes someone a part of my leather family.
I have given eight pieces of leather in my life. I will give another piece at GLLA this year, and I expect to give two more pieces at the munch in November.
My family grows.Read More
I was just asked to judge the International Master and slave contest in March in Dallas. That lead me to remember something I wrote a while back, which I am again going to retread, about judging a Leather contest:
I spent last weekend in the rather strange position of judging other members of our community.
Let me clarify, since to some extent, we judge others all the time in all kinds of ways. I was officially judging them. It wasn’t just the usual passing of a yay or a nay about someone and the choices they made in partner or wardrobe.
I was one of eight judges on a panel to pick a Leather Sir, a Leather boy and a Bootblack, all of whom would go on to the International Leather Sir/Leather boy and Community Bootblack Contest.
It’s an interesting thing to come into a room as a sort...Read More
I have, in the course of my time in the community, been nominated for a fair number of awards. I never win any, to be clear, and that’s really ok, though it’s always easier to lose when you lose to people whom you would vote for over yourself, too.
I got a notice in my email today that I’d been nominated for a Pantheon of Leather award.
The Pantheon of Leather is one of the major award groups in the Leather community. There are some other awards, too, obviously, but Pantheon is kind of the Academy Awards of Leather, in that there are a lot of different awards for a lot of different categories.
There are six or eight regions, and there are usually between four and six nominees in each category...Read More
I kept a blog on another site for a while, about three years ago. Had we done as I wanted, when I wanted, I imagine we’d be the Fetlife site now, but I couldn’t do the coding part and The one who did saw no urgency, so by the time it was up and running, so was Fetlife.
A few friends posted articles and blogs there, but in the end, there just wasn’t enough traffic to sustain it, and it died on the vine. Six months or more of my life was basically wasted on it, not to mention a certain amount of money. Software of that sort isn’t cheap, fyi.
Anyway, I am going to occasionally repost something I wrote then, because it’s one way of ensuring I actually put up a new blog on a daily basis, and I want to do that. So, here’s the first...Read More
I like knives.
I have liked knives for a long time. I don’t do cuttings with them, I use them mostly to threaten and intimidate those who like such things, and sometimes to leave scratches on the skin. I have never intentionally cut anyone with a knifes and if drew hadn’t moved his leg that one time, well, there was a bit of blood and, I think, a small bandaid was required…
I remember the first time I played with someone who was always one of my favorite playmates. He had worn a heavy metal cock ring and every time I tapped the knife blade on the ring, his cock would twitch.
One of my early submissives was a West Point grad and I used to enjoy laying a knife blade to his throat while he sat in front of me. Something about that posture with military training…
Years ago, I was talkin...Read More
Today was the last day of a long weekend, and while it was still quite hot, it wasn’t as hot as it has been. I did not do any real weeding because we’re supposed to have rain tomorrow, which will make the ground softer and the weeds easier to pull, and cool it down a bit; it made more sense to wait.
I did, however, get the patio put together mostly. Flower pots still need to be moved, I’m not sure of the placement of a couple of pieces of furniture, I have a few more plants to put in pots or the ground, but it’s an enjoyable area now, so did do that.
As I think a holiday like this is bound to, I spent some time today thinking about friends and family that are no longer here.
My father died when I was 2, my mother died eleven years ago this week...Read More