EVER SINCE THAT fateful day on the family farm when our stud calf Beauregard threw me from his back and rammed me several times against a large oak, giving me one heck of a concussion, I knew I was destined to become a leather queen. I was only 11 at the time, and the options were few for actual experience, but dammit -- if I couldn't have the sex, then at least I'd have the outfits. "And what are you?" my innocent neighbors would ask when they opened their doors at Halloween. "I'm Freddie Mercury!" I'd reply with a wiggle of my little homemade chaps (Hefty bags and duct tape) for emphasis. And then they'd give me candy.
Nowadays everyone's got to have at least one kinky fetish on their sexual resume -- thanks, Madonna -- yet often the men, women, and "other" of that twisted tribe known as the Leather Community still get a bad rap, especially among young gay club patrons. Part of this is fear, of course: Doesn't all that pain hurt a little? And part of it is shame: The leather generation that came of age in the '70s and '80s has had to shoulder not just the burdens of age and rejection, but also a ridiculous cross between jealousy for living through the hedonistic homo heyday and blame for AIDS. And then, of course, there's the primal terror of turning into one of those old men with cottage-cheese buttocks and a basketball belly who strut around the Eagle wearing nothing but rainbow flip-flops and a leash.
Oh sure, we'll let them take us home and spank us on weeknights, but when we see them at the disco, we just shudder and throw shade.
In response, it seems, the leather queens closed ranks. No longer feeling welcome, they became a kind of secret society in the '90s. Once-omnipresent social institutions like the Imperial Court of San Francisco and the Rainbow Motorcycle Club went underground ��� and, sadly, saw their profiles dwindle. Tight-knit contingents like Mama's Family and the Men of Discipline sprang up, with their unique rituals and dress codes, shunning the clubs in favor of charity Golden Gate potlucks, cabaret fundraisers, and converted-garage play parties promoting safe-sex awareness. (Leatherfolk are all about the benefits, these days.) The sash circuit moved to the suburbs. Half the community morphed into bears. Even the dawn of the Internet connection only increased the generation gap.
But as the first Arab American leather hip-hop disco clubkid muppet queer San Francisco Drummer Boy 2001 (runner-up), I feel it's my deep responsibility and honorable duty to reprazent my peeps in the hide. If there's one thing my leather dad (love you, Ray) taught me, it's respect, and if there's another, it's how to keep from passing out after hanging upside-down for 40 minutes. It's time for all this nonsense to stop. This year may have seen three more local leather haunts -- Loading Dock, My Place, and Club Rendez-Vous -- close to become upscale, straight-type martini lounges; the baths are still outlawed; and creepy tweekers have invaded the sex clubs; but the leather lifestyle is still brilliant and vital, bouncing back up through the queer underground and swelling its ranks with curious alternaqueers and radical faeries, who fetishize being open-minded.
Today, the only places the whole queer community can come together regularly are our precious few leather bars. Daddy's, Aunt Charlie's, Marlena's, and The Eagle have all undergone recent renaissances, fueled by a combo of renegade young promoters, indulgent owners, and a healthy new lust for the underground. Where else can beef and chicken meet? Not to mention old punks, baby dykes, hustlers, drag queens, bull daggers, grandpas, gymbots, ex-clones, Aberzombies, club kids, A-gays, bikers, circuit boiz, transgendered hotties, Log Cabin Republicans, and the odd closeted TV anchorman.
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