Saturday Night

beast and burdens hours past
pour the drink and pass the glass
pile the plate and merry meet
dip the bread in honey sweet
your touch upon my skin
warm with comfort of iced gin
silken leather’s velvet touch
gird your loins to tie you up
make you howl and beg for more
in the morning you’ll be sore
and i will be on my way
with the money that you paid

Sunday’s Celebration

Regal Fantam

across from me you sit
staring into the depth
of my inner being
and ideal grace
light of the altar leads
to a taste of Pure Heaven
as we walk the path to hell

The OUUCH Hymnal

My church is having a drive to purchase new hymnals. When you make the donation, you can choose a book-plate, typeface, etc. You also choose how you want it identified. I wrote out my check and asked it be to: “Celebrate: OUUCH.” OUUCH being the Organized Unitarian Universalists for Consenting Hierarchy — aka the Leather People.  OUUCH describes itself as: a group for people who are UUs (or are interested in UUism) as well as being into Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, and/or Sadomasochism.

On a realistic and rational level, I know the bookplate will be well received or go unnoticed. On the other hand, I know that there are people in who don’t agree. One of them may take it upon her/himself to rid us of the offensive book — or maybe just the book-plate.

In December, we do a similar donation of poinsettias to decorate the sanctuary. I think that I’ll get at least one OUUCH plant to help liven the place up. Hmm, I wonder if poinsettias come in blue or black.

Folsom Street Fair

For a number of reasons, I wasn’t able to make the trek to Fog City for Folsom this year. I’ll think of it often and my Spirit will certainly be there. I might just need to make the travel arrangements early next year — like February. That should ensure I won’t be sitting in Falls City with my heart in San Francisco.

And the thing is, my boots really need the tender attentions of a dedicated — and hopefully uncollared — bootblack who will give them the love, attention, and matte finish they deserve. He can give the soles a good shine, make sure the 0-rings on the straps have that fine, nickle shine to them…Okay, before I start into a fantasy from which I won’t easily recover, I’ll change the subject — sort of.

The thing I’ve always found at leather events, is that you’re accepted for who you are — well inked bear who’s into much kink or pretty vanilla twink. That doesn’t mean that everyone there desires you — or you everyone else. It simply means accepted for who and what you are. “She’s a bisexual dominatrix, vegan, ex-nun from the Bronx, and he’s a gay muscle Dom — complete bottom sexually though.” It’s all good.

And as I often am wont to do, I wonder why the rest of the world can’t learn these lessons. “So what if they do,” should be everyone’s point of view.

Tattooed Tuesday

Rubber Pride

The International Rubber Flag was designed by Peter Tolos and Scott Moats in 1994.  Admittedly this is not a fetish I have. Sure, sometimes something rubber is fun, but I have an extreme preference for leather. Of course, my opinion is that it takes all sorts of kink to keep the world spinning ’round.

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standing making small talk
with your group of friends
maybe i should hint at
the many things we’ve been
about all the nights
you cried out
for me to take you from behind
how you let me get the cord
to bind you call you mine
how many times i’ve driven
you to estatic agony
only to have you plead
for many more harsher deeds
upside down or right side up
the eager bottom to my top
i made the beast with two backs
my gentle loving pup
never mind i’ll keep your secret
safely from your wife
but always know i hold the key
to a truly happy life

World of Simulacrum

in this world of simulacrum
i seek just one true form
and carry high a dim torch
to emulate my funeral pyre
with many saccharin  lovers
dancing jigs between my sheets
and tone deaf bodhisattvas
singing me to sleep
like an important chess piece
i move from space to space
until i find the rack sub
to anchor me in place

The Aristotelian Perversion

Yep, that the Pony Pride Flag. I was talking with a RACK Dom pixel-pal in London about my overworked calf muscle and said that it’s proof that a Leather Bear isn’t cut out to be a pony boy. That led me to thinking that I’ve discussed pup play — even wanted my own pup for a bit — but have never discussed any of the other forms that animal role-play can take.

Pony play is not something that appeals to me. However, “So what if they do?”   That’s my point of view. I’ll also now give the props to Pansy Division for the phrasing. To be perfectly honest though, I have to admit that I found the sulky scene in Preaching to the Perverted most interesting. I can’t help but think I’d also be more than fascinated at an erotic pony dressage show or at the pony races.

I know there are some who would find this sort of sexual outlet degrading to some set or other. But in BDSM circles, that just isn’t the case. The participants are all more than willing players in the scene. Respect by all for all is generally a given, and all are welcome at the feast.

By-the-bye, the phrase Aristotelian Perversion comes from the legend that Aristotle was a fan of being ridden. That’s almost as cool a euphemism as raising dogs in the country. Anyway, you have to wonder what all went on at that school for boys in Pella. Oh for the reality of time-travel.