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All words are by Guy Baldwin, M. S.
The Leather Restoration: Sacred Cows Make The Best Hamburger
Speech: LLC (Leather Leadership Conference) 6
April 14, 2002
It's my impression that interest in the Old Guard is running at an all-time high these days, largely, I suspect, in a sweetly romantic attempt to re-create a tradition-based foundation for contemporary leather life. I know this because I'm traveling frequently to teach classes at events again, and this topic always, always, always comes up with endless questions about 'how it really was' back then. About twice a month, I get requests for permission to post my previously published essays about the Old Guard on web-sites, too.
What strikes me most about those who question me closely about the Old Guard is how passionately they seem to be searching for something which they believe will somehow satisfy a deeply felt need'.a longing for something they sense has been lost to us. When I question people closely about what this need is - it almost always can be reduced to a few key words: sexiness, cohesion, intimacy, trust, reliability, integrity, accountability, and perhaps most importantly, a sense of family
Common perceptions out in the leather world today, are all too frequently summarized by remarks like these:
- "The leather scene is dying."
- "The magic and the mystery is gone."
- "We"ve lost sight of what"s important, and allowed ourselves to be distracted."
- "What"s happened to the connectedness?"
- "I think that what I"m looking for hasn"t existed for a long time."
- "We"ve allowed the very essence of leathersex to evaporate into thin air."
- "Where is the Passion?"
- whether or not it's really true that we've lost something from the past that's important;
- if so, how that's come to pass, and
- what, if anything, can and should be done to restore those missing things to contemporary leather life.
My plan for our time together today, is to address what I think are some relevant issues relating to all three of these questions, and to raise some issues about the assumptions they imply which I think have influenced much of our policy making in the last 20 years - all of which should take me about 30 minutes or so, if you're lucky, and then, we can visit about them together, if you like.
First, is it really true that we've lost some things? From a certain point of view, it doesn't really matter whether it's true or not if people believe that it's true. As a psychotherapist, I've come to understand that perception IS reality, and if people actually FEEL that some important things have been lost to us, then that's what they believe, and they will act and think accordingly. For that reason, it seems wise to take people at their word, and proceed from the assumption that it is true.
The second question: how were these things lost? The correct answer must be---I can't know for certain, because it is impossible for anyone to discover with absolute certainty what each and every element of a culture's evolution has been. I think it's important to view with suspicion anyone who claims to have all the answers to that question. I'm certain that I do not. Yet, I think I do have some pieces of the answer, which I'm about to share with you.
I hope to offer you some things to chew on today, that may be useful as we try to craft ways to breathe some new life and vigor back into our world.
I don't want to recount my complete recollection of Old Guard realities as I experienced them, but I do want to offer some history that might serve to explain why this fascination with the Old Guard has become so widespread, and then go on from there.
I was 18 when I entered leather life in 1965. Most of the guys in the network I became a part of back then, were aged 40 to 50---they were the first generation of what we have come to call 'the Old Guard' because about half of them had been in the Scene for about 15 years by then, and half of those had served in World War IIthey were my first mentors, and I remember them very well.
Back in the mid-1960's, when a guy finally got up enough courage to begin hanging out with the leather crowd, and began to meet the leather guys there, it was common for him to come under scrutiny by them. The leather core-group would begin to notice him, and what followed was a period of time during which that core group tried to find out if the guy had 'the right stuff' to be allowed into even the outer edges of that group.
And what was the right stuff?
- His interest had to be genuine and personal----not voyeuristic.
- He had to have a life that worked that is to say, he had the basic five things going for him---a job, a car, a place to live, a telephone, and enough disposable income to entertain himself.
- He had to have desirable values----honesty, reliability, integrity, generosity and trustworthiness, responsibility, he had financial stability and self-sufficiency, and a desire to pitch in with hands-on helping out, and respect for the other guys.
- He had certain native traits---common sense, a sense of humor, grooming standards in line with the group's, his manner wasn't feminine, he had an interest in sex, a sense of appropriateness and good manners, and also the ability to give and receive good camaraderie.
- And lastly, he had to have and a balanced psychology, not be a substance abuser, and he couldn't have a criminal record of any consequence.
And the two main reasons for all this scrutiny were first: we wanted to make sure that we were putting the potentially dangerous knowledge of how to do high-end BDSM into well-balanced minds and hands, and second, we didn't particularly want to hang out with losers or have to clean up their messes.
Put simply, there was a process by which a person wanting to enter the leather world was first, pre-qualified to join in. This process was designed to keep out those guys who were dangerous, flaky, bitchy, mean-spirited, gossipy, users, drunks, thieves, liars, self-centered egoists, dependent personalities, criminals, exploiters, poseurs, predators, and those with other hidden agendas.. in short, 'losers'. With rare exception, this system worked well.
All this happened at a time when the gay male motorcycle clubs were the axis around which the leathersex world revolved. It's important to point out that maybe only about 35% of the guys in those clubs actually did what we would call BDSM by the way. the rest were into various versions of what we called 'rough sex' back then.
On weekend nights, members of the bike clubs made it their habit to hang out at a favored watering hole which eventually created what we now know as 'the leather bar' yes, in almost all cases, it was the bike clubs that created the first wave of leather bars, and not the reverse. It was in such places that one could begin to learn by observing the dance of leather ritual courtship.
Officially, the bike clubs were democracies, but operationally, they were oligarchies run by the elders who exerted strong influence over who did, and did not become members. I wasn't invited to become an associate member myself until after I'd turned 21 This meant that I could attend meetings and participate in discussion, but NOT vote.
Once the leather bars became established in most major cities (say by about 1970) the focus of leather life began to shift from the clubs into the bars themselves. Bike clubs still began and ended their events at leather bars even up into the 1980's, but membership in bike clubs was already falling off seriously by then, as more and more guys realized they could enter leather life via the bar route rather than the bike club route; the process of de-centralization of leather life had already begun.
Certainly by about 1975 or so, in the major cities, it was possible to be around leather guys at the bars without needing to have anything whatsoever to do with the motorcycle clubs. The effect of this was to open up a new set of windows into the leather world, to some extent.
But--- and this is important ----despite this fact, the process of actually ENTERING into the network of the serious players remained essentially the same for the newcomer--- the old bike club model for bringing new guys into the inner circle continued to dominate the process. Newcomers still had to 'pass inspection' with the core-group in that particular city over a period of time before one got the chance to work with the best and most experienced players there.
For many who wanted 'in' this remained an annoying and frustrating fact of leather life.
This frustration set the stage for the formation of the BDSM organization. Only two existed in 1974, but they quickly became widespread. People who had been held at arm's length by the old bike club model, flooded into the democratic organizations, and made sure that they were open to absolutely anyone over the age of 21---all the other standards for admission were dropped by organizations.
'INCLUSION' became the politically correct watchword for these new organizations' and suddenly, the tent flaps into the leather world went up everywhere. The old system by which newcomers were carefully screened and then socialized into the mores and folkways of leather life was swept away.
A virus accelerated this destruction more than we could possibly have imagined. By 1985 HIV was full upon us, and with that disaster, the old leather tribe elders---both in the surviving bike clubs and in the bars--- became distracted by the need to help care for their own brothers who were suddenly fighting for their lives, and all too often, losing the battles.
In a few short years, the old process by which people had to be pre-qualified to enter the core-group was shattered, as the tribal elders simply no longer had the time or the emotional energy necessary to focus on bringing new 'children' into the fold. And just as in any culture, whenever elders can't make time for their children, those elders become irrelevant as children strike out on their own to explore their interests'.whatever they happen to be.
As more and more members of the 'bridge' generations died or fled from the organizations who no longer discriminated in membership selection, there were simply fewer and fewer resources available to newcomers for learning the complex and elegant dance by which leathersex mating rituals really do unfold. The leather organizations taught basic BDSM technique and safety, but were close to useless for guiding the socialization process by which newcomers might learn the subtle refinements of leathersex beyond mere technique.
And one other reason for that, is that many of the new leather organizations and their events were pan-sexual, and few gay leathermen in that era felt comfortable enough in the presence of women and homophobic straight men to actually launch the rituals of leathersex in mixed spaces'.. most of us still do not. Although I, myself, have supported the existence of pansexual dungeon spaces, it's very rare that I will launch scenes in them, simply because I'm not comfortable doing that in mixed spaces either.
Sadly, those who were most accomplished at the subtleties of leathersex were often the first to die, because they had the most practice at doing it, and thus were most likely to have become infected with HIV. Conversely, to make matters even worse, most of those who survived were often the ones who never, or only rarely ever did BDSM. Too often, they knew only the rudiments of the Scene, and could often only describe the parts of it they'd maybe witnessed in public.
Many of these inexperienced survivors suddenly found themselves in demand for the first times in their lives, and struggled to supply information from experience they rarely had. Basking in a popularity that some of them had long desired, they claimed knowledge they did not possess, and allowed themselves to invent freely rather than disappoint. And by the way'.. It is my suspicion that the recent obsessive preoccupations with what we now call 'protocol' is a direct outgrowth of just such inventions'.. Old Guard customs were no where nearly as numerous or elaborated as today's protocols have become in some parts of the nation'.. especially so in the South.
Anyway.
Almost instantly, BDSM technique took on an importance that it never had during the 50's, 60's and 70's. After all, technique is the most easily taught part of BDSM, just as it is also the most easily learned. But magnificent BDSM demands much more than good technique as any fine player knows. Playing all the notes of a musical composition correctly, does not music make.
All during the 1980's leathersex education became dominated by the focus on technique'and for that reason, the leathersex Scene became bottom-centered while Tops struggled to learn how not to get a bad reputation by making technical errors in Scenes. Many extraordinary Tops complained privately that they felt castrated by what was going on, and quietly slipped underground to do it their own way.
With their departure, leather organizations slowly lost even more resources about how leathersex really worked. 'Power Exchange' propaganda leveled the playing field in ways that denied or downplayed the importance of authority differences in crafting magical and ecstatic BDSM experiences. Feeling less and less welcome, people who were most at home in the Master/slave world, also slipped quietly underground. Many of the few surviving old guard guys just scratched their heads in amazement at what the leather world was becoming and simply withdrew.
Meanwhile, the leather organizations allowed themselves to bask happily in the illusion that they were doing a great job as their curricula swelled with technique offerings. The Era of The Tyranny of Technique had become firmly established'.. and unfortunately, it is very much in place today.
One of the sadder results of this development has been the steady emergence and proliferation of what Gayle Rubin has called 'Paint-by-Number' BDSM----'Attach shackle A to wrist B'.then do this and say that,' and 'presto' you have a formula BDSM scene that is about as inspiring and satisfying as the Mona Lisa in 6 colors is.
One sees it routinely in public dungeon spaces.
And while all that was going on, something else was happening to us in a completely different direction.
The politics of INCLUSION that became popular in the '80's in leather organizations seemed to demand that we be consistent about that, and so leatherfolks began to fight for a place at the larger gay & lesbian table, chiefly at local pride events, and national marches, too. Since mainstream gay & lesbian politicians were already spouting off about INCLUSION, they felt logically trapped into accommodating us despite their personal disgust with our brand of sexuality.
The first big national success at doing that was at the March on Washington in 1987. I, myself, carried a sign in that march that proclaimed, 'DIVERSITY IS AMERICAN'. NewsPapers picked up a photo of that sign and ran with it. I too, had become an apologist for BDSM sexuality. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but today, I'm not so sure it was.
Much the same thing happened at the March in 1993---- leather folks demanded and were reluctantly given a place in the organizing committees.
The nightmare of trying to be included finally grew to intolerable proportions in the most recent march: The March on Washington 2000 organizers were bludgeoned with the club of Holy Inclusivity until they agreed to allow a 'leather' speaker, but by the time the March on Washington organizers finally became willing to deal with us and our issues around that at the last minute, no credible and experienced, nationally recognized leather spokesperson was willing to become their token 'inclusivity person' any longer.
I refused to speak at that march, Joseph Bean refused, Viola Johnson refused, and even that year's IML, Bruce Chopnick refused. And we all refused because we'd had it up to here with the fight against being marginalized or turned into political pawns by the vanilla, kink-o-phobic power fags and dykes inside the Washington Beltway.
So this time, none of us lifted a finger to mobilize a big leather presence at the March, as we had in the past. Sometimes, one gains more from leaving the table, than by fighting to sit theresomething professional negotiators have always known. Inclusion has been way over-rated.
(But to return to my thread): The energy of nearly all of our organizations thus became harnessed to two main goals: 1) to teach our own people how to do BDSM sexuality 'properly' which meant technically correct, and 2) to defend and seek tolerance for our sexual practices to the non-kinky world'.. we did this by adopting the mantra of 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual' and we did our best to sell it to them and to ourselves. And we have done that for the last 15 years.
And we've done it despite the fact that, privately, some of us know that lots of hot BDSM is anything but completely safe & entirely sane. So, in order to have our sexual practices match up nicely with our public propaganda, we essentially steered our BDSM education along the most conservative and ultra safe guidelines'..and in doing so, we pulled much of the bite and sizzle out of doing BDSM and sanitized it beyond belief!!!
It's no wonder that so many people are complaining that leathersex feels 'flat' to them these days, and are wondering, 'is that all there is?' Clearly, bunches of people are ready for much more than Dungeon Masters permit in the over-supervised, intermediate-level dungeons we see at events nowadays.
In a few short years, the basis for the growth of the leather world had shifted from the un-spoken policy of quiet attraction and careful screening that was at the very center of the Old Guard world, to the policy of Proclamation'. Promotion and oh-so tolerant Inclusion that characterizes the New Guard. Listen to the speeches given at any leather contest and this is the party line that you will hear today.
It is undeniably true that one outcome of all of this has been that, in the general public, awareness of kink has exploded since that policy shift. One needs only to spend a week watching cable channels on TV to notice that kinky themes are ever present in situation comedies, 'reality' TV, talk shows, and even in feature films and TV movies.
Just last week on a network TV commercial, I saw a young boy wrapping his little brother up in a toilet paper mummification'.. I'm sure we can expect great things from that kid someday And I suppose that I can make a good argument for the benefits of all that, but my god'.. at what cost to the way we try to summon the pleasures and the gods of our special sexuality?
The fact is that the Old Guard never gave a damn what outsiders thought about what we did. They didn't care what other gays & lesbians thought of us, and they certainly didn't care what mainstream society thought either. It was never necessary to defend ourselves against outsiders because we never did anything that would bring us to their attention. and that policy left us free to focus on what was really important to us---the wonderful mysteries of Leathersex.
We knew damned well that vanilla gays & lesbians were never gonna bless us for doing breath control scenes, and that the mainstream het world would condemn us for stuff vastly less risky than that!! Years later, I've now come back to not caring what outsiders think of me or us, and I now know better than to provide them with excuses to launch attacks at us.
Leaders of other minority groups learned long ago about the dangers of pleading for acceptance from the majority, and we should too. Like 12-step programs, I prefer a policy of attraction rather than promotion that's the best way to take care of our own in my view.
It will be a cold day in hell when I beg anyone for a place at the table again.
We are part of the miraculous pageant of humanity, and we need to be very, very careful about explaining or defending ourselves to anyone for any reason'..ever again.
Last August, I was invited to deliver a keynote, and teach classes at an event called DOMINION over in Florida. This is a very cool gathering of het players who are primarily male dominant and female submissive oriented. When it was over, I was invited to sit in on the post-event discussions, which surprised me, but I accepted anyway.
After about an hour of listening to how the organizers (all dominant het men) felt the weekend went, they asked me how I thought they could do outreach to gay and lesbian people---there were only maybe five of us at the event. I heard myself saying that I felt it was a mistake for them to do any outreach whatsoever to gay men or lesbians---that they should keep it an entirely het event---and I made my case for that. They were stunned and very surprised, but saw clearly that I had a point.
So.. maybe one way to re-infuse some of the mystique into the Leather world is to stop yammering about it everywhere, and stop trying to explain ourselves to people who've already made their minds up about us anyway. It seems likely to me that we've probably already created as much favor as we're going to out there in the world. The Old Guard that I knew would support that view.
One way to put scenes back out onto the edge of people's comfort zones where BDSM really crackles and sizzles is to have a far more sophisticated conversation about what safety and sanity REALLY means, and to restrict those conversations to people who are competent enough to have them with - the Old Guard I knew would support that.
One way to strengthen our communities might be to stop begging mainstream gays & lesbians to accept our sexuality as being within the normal range of human sexual expression, and simply be out and proud of who we are and what we do, and tell our critics to just flake off the Old Guard I knew would go for that too.
The Old Guard I knew would choke if they knew what goes on on the damned INTERNET. After they stopped laughing, that is. The fact is that the Internet simply can not supply the face-to-face settings wherein newcomers can watch, learn, and practice our courtship and mating rituals - and NO amount of text or photos can substitute for that.
ONLY in Leatherspaces is that possible, period. If we're serious about community building, then we have to support people connecting with other people in real time situations that do NOT include the phones or chat rooms where people's hidden agendas, personality disorders, and bullshit run riot.
Let us be clear about one thing: the Old Guard was very EXclusive. This meant that leather culture back then was NOT broad-based and was NOT inclusive.
Because if we are going to support Inclusivity, then we have to be prepared to deal with thieves like the treasurer who embezzled many thousands of dollars from the NLA treasury a decade ago---a theft that left that organization's leadership very dispirited, and from which that organization never fully recovered in my view.
If we are going to support Inclusivity, then we have to be willing (as we have been) to overlook abusers who support leather fundraisers, and yet have sent boy after boy to the hospital in San Francisco- the capitol of political correctitude. The Old Guard would have run that person out of town years ago, just as New Yorkers did with a psychopath there, not long ago.
If we are going to support Inclusivity, then we have to be prepared to deal with the crap that tax evaders, predators, thieves, users, substance abusers, gossips and liars (especially those who do so in print) and the other energy vampires who bring such crap into our organizations and institutions. And be willing to watch as they slowly drain the energy out of the dedicated and motivated people that we are so often blessed with.
Or, we can toss them out on their asses, and begin to demand that people in our world behave like healthy grown-ups as the cost of admission. But understand this: doing so means being willing to take the heat for being EXclusionary, judgmental and elitist. Diversity yes--- Inclusivity at any price---- Absolutely NOT.
I propose that this decade become our decade of Restoration. That we dedicate ourselves to the tasks of taking care of our own in some new and better ways - that we devote ourselves to achieving a deeper and much more nuanced understanding of this sexuality that we cherish so profoundly that we support the development of more functional networks of kinky grown-ups who possess the maturity and level-headedness necessary to bring renewed vigor into what we do and who we are.
And, that we endorse family values and vigorously oppose the actions of the those in our midst who subtract from who we are, rather than add - and that we recognize that love, intimacy, honesty, intensity, accountability, family, and self-challenge are much more important than achieving pin-point accuracy with every single whip-stroke.
It may well be that to recover those valuable things that so many feel have been lost, our world might have to undergo a period of contraction as the pendulum swings the other direction. But, we can think of that as a time of self-review.of renewalof Restoration.
Restoration of our values. of our honesty about who and what we are. Restoration of appropriate boundaries to protect what is sacred to us. The Restoration of the leather world as a functional family of grown-ups who really are different and feel damned good about that.
Those of us who are privileged to influence the currents of this river that we swim in, whether elected, chosen by judges, or self-appointed, bear a special responsibility to really think very carefully about the long term consequences of all that we do in that role. To do that, we need to know, out loud and concretely, exactly what assumptions our politics flow from. And we need to subject those assumptions to very careful scrutiny that's free from our own, personal agendas.
It's crucial that we keep our eye on the prize, and choose what prizes we go after with great care.
I'm confident that we can do better for our people and we must'.. because they so richly deserve the very best that's in us.
And I can promise you that generations of unborn leatherfolks will bless you for your efforts'.
and thank you for your trouble.
The Leather Restoration 2: The Stewards of Magic
Delivered MARCH 2nd, 2003 in Dallas, Texas during South Plains Leatherfest concurrent with the International Masters and slaves weekend.
When HIV struck us 20 years ago, it stole from the BDSM world a great many of our best and brightest, and ushered us into what I have come to call, The Grim Time. Despite the fact that HIV is still very much with us today, we have been slowly emerging from its shadow during the last five years, thanks largely to medical advances.
Gradually, HIV has loosened its grip on our time, attention, and resources somewhat, and this has begun to give us the chance to consider exactly how we might go about the Restoration of some things taken from our community by its long siege.
Last April, in a speech I delivered during the International Leather Leadership Conference, I made a number of controversial assertions about how we might go about doing some of that Restoration work. Some of those assertions sparked some serious debate across the organized leather world.
My plan for our time together today is to expand and extend some of the ideas I offered in that speech, which should take about 20 minutes of your time.
Last April, I suggested that it was probably a mistake for leather leadership in the late 1980's to have supported the notion of "INCLUSIVITY" for two basic reasons: First, that doing so obligated us to the creation of pansexual organizations which steadily alienated increasing numbers of the gay leathermen who possessed a wealth of experience and information about how leathersex really works to create magical experiences…..especially so at the high-end.
And second, that the resulting democratization of organizations had the effect of sweeping away the vital standards for membership in the core-group of BDSM practitioners-----standards that had been used by the Old Guard to carefully screen out people who were unsuitable to possess that amazing knowledge.
Since I gave that speech, it has actually been suggested in various places that I recommend and support the re-design of all our community's organizations along the lines of the Old Guard clubs that first spawned the leather world back in the 1950's. But that's not the case…..I support no such thing. There is no going backwards. Forwards is the only direction available to us now.
Much of the esoteric information about how high-end BDSM magic really works first emerged and was then developed and protected within the classical Old Guard clubs. Those clubs were born in a cultural and historical setting which no longer exists, and simply could not be re-created even if there was a general agreement to do so.
In most of the ways that matter, society today bears very little resemblance to the one found between 1950 and 1965 when the Old Guard came into being. So, it is therefore completely unreasonable to imagine that we can have the Old Guard back again just the way it was.
And frankly, thank the Leather Gods for that!
It is a natural human survival skill to selectively edit the unpleasant parts of the past out of memory while simultaneously embellishing the happier recollections. Consequently, there has been a quaint tendency in the last 10 years or so, to romanticize and over-idealize the Old Guard, due, in part, to the illusion that "the good ole' days" were uniformly good.
They were not.
Just like institutions from any era you care think of, the Old Guard did some things very well, and other things less well, and still other things pretty badly.
For those of us who have survived "The Grim Time" and have been lifting our heads up and out of the shadows of HIV, ……we don't have to spend much time looking around to see that things in the leather world of today, are very different from what we saw in 1983 when HIV arrived to spoil the party.
The Old Guard model for bringing very carefully selected newcomers into the BDSM world has been almost completely swept away. Nearly all BDSM organizations today, use a very different set of formulas for education……formulas that were developed up to 20 years ago to do that. But these educational formulas have only limited relevance in today's climate for anyone who wants more than basic knowledge.
Similarly, begun 25 years ago, the leather title system, its contests and titleholders have likewise been slow to re-invent themselves so far, and nowadays, leather contests tend to leave most of our people with a "been there…done that……..nothing much that's new in it for me" kind of feeling.
And even those venerable offspring of the Old Guard motorcycle clubs, the leather bars, which for 35 years functioned as the "grand central stations" of the gay male Leathersex/BDSM world, have also been in slow but steady decline as focal points for leather-life of any kind.
Our leather magazines, once a central means of communication, have been mismanaged to death; their once loyal readership has been abandoned to the bewildering chaos of the Internet.
We simply must face the fact that the development and proliferation of the Internet has almost completely changed the ways that people under age 35 reach out to each other and connect for erotic exploration, and try to learn more about others like themselves.
So……what's the best way for us to go about restoring some of the valuable things that have been lost to us?
Only history can know the answer to that question, someday, I suppose. None of us have a crystal ball with which to learn that answer---that much is certain, at least. But even so, that fact should not paralyze us as we try to move forward in our efforts to do a good job supporting our own kind.
I think the best we can do is to assume that the right approaches will be the ones that emerge by courageously facing some realities squarely and honestly, without being influenced by personal agendas, needing to paint a rosy picture of things, or needing to be "politically correct". After all, it seems to me that there is plenty of evidence to support the suggestion that the efforts to be "politically correct" that were so prevalent in the '80's and '90's didn't exactly produce happy results.
If we'd had only the big mentor gap created by HIV to deal with, we might have been able to repair the damaged bridges to the newcomers of the last 15 years, and ensure that the orderly transfer of the specialized and exotic rituals and practices of high-end BDSM could resume smoothly.
But the additional stress on a generation that is stigmatized by a very well-financed, vocal and anti-sexual conservative Christian movement on one hand, and an increasingly radicalized and superficial youth culture on the other, have complicated that goal beyond our understanding.
It has also been complicated by the social homogenizing made possible by low-cost air travel, a globalized media where kinky imagery abounds, cheap Internet access at an early age, the proliferation of drugs, the fatalism which so often seems to accompany bare-backing, and also by huge changes in modern society's erotic iconography. Additionally, the heterosexual BDSM scene has by now, become very self-sustaining, and feels a diminishing need to rely upon input or guidance from gay leathermen very much at all, if any…..a happy development from my point of view.
For these and several other reasons, I think it can be persuasively argued that we no longer have a simple and straightforward leathersex generation gap created by HIV to overcome.
Evidence around us strongly supports the conclusion that several, often separate so-called "leather communities" have developed. Despite our craving to convince ourselves that these "communities" are very strongly connected to each other, in practice, exactly the opposite is true….there is every reason to believe that our connections to each other actually become weaker by the day.
In 1982, I could walk into any gay men's leather bar and find fisting guys, rubber boys, Masters with slaves, bondage lovers, bears, fellas just lookin' for a little rough sex, piss lovers, serious BDSM men, vanilla lookie-loos, bike club members, cigar lovers and uniform dudes---all mixing together in the very same room, and looking to hook up with their respective counterparts for the evening or for a lifetime.
But nowadays, there are countless specialized web-sites catering to the needs of each of these groups (and many new ones undreamed of in 1982). Consequently, their need to gather together in settings with anyone OUTSIDE their own interest group is close to zero. I can still walk into a leather bar and find people with the very same mixture of interests, of course, but our public meeting places are no longer infused with the heat (or the terrors) of the hunt in the way that they once were. In 1975, the leather bars in major cities were busy every night of the week-full of seriously kinky folks lookin' for trouble. Today, there isn't one establishment that can claim that's still the case.
It's worth stopping here for a moment just to point out that the leather bars of old were basically kinky melting pots of guys who had a wide array of erotic needs. We were forced to share what has been called "leather spaces" (by david stein perhaps?) in the belief that our chances were better for finding a suitable partner for fun when we hung out with others who were also erotically "different".
But there was a lot of sifting that had to be done before a good connection could be made, and very few of us had the first clue about how that sifting, worked, so it wasn't a comfortable process for most of us. Hence, alcohol flowed rather freely to help make it survivable.
My guess is that 90% of those guys back in the '70's would have traded their anxiety about the sifting process for the emotional safety of the Internet in a heartbeat if that option had existed back then. I'm guessing that today, most newbees make exactly that same trade without even 60 seconds of hesitation, simply because they can.
"Hmmmmmm….let me see: the anxiety of going out to a bar….or the safety of going on line??? Which will it be for me tonight?"
The people we see in bars today are just the ones who are truly comfortable functioning in that environment. Those who aren't comfortable, no longer have to be there at all if they don't want to be.
No one should be surprised that people use the Internet to address specific erotic appetites in a very targeted and specialized way. The roots of this kind of erotic specialization in the leather world actually grew long ago. The de-centralization and specialization of the leather world probably began 30 some years ago when the first guys into serious fisting began wearing red hankies in their back pockets to help spot one another easily.
Very soon afterward, other colors appeared as advertising for one's own erotic specialization became more and more accepted and possible in public. The Internet just made it easier for people to save time when searching for their own special interests, and to do that essentially without being observed, and with much less risk of disapproval. And there is every reason to think that this practice is only going to become more and more common as time passes. After all, you don't have to look your best on line, and you only have to pull yourself together if things seem particularly promising.
But this concept of our so-called "community" actually splintering apart and reorganizing itself into what amounts to erotic special interest groups, goes beyond being about folks choosing to hang out on line with just their own kind sexually.
Today, thanks largely to the Internet, we now have the ability to aim our minds very precisely at only what interests us, and then go very directly to it. We need only pay attention to ourselves---to nothing more than our own internal guidance system of needs---and then navigate our way to exactly what we long for.
I keep wondering what gets missed along the way.
Put differently, its next to impossible to convince 25-year-old club kids who leave home at midnight and go out dancing to "house music" with their whips, that there could be some value in visiting with leather bears who are over 40. It isn't easy to offer fisters a credible reason to congregate with bullwhip lovers either….they don't even usually like the same music or drugs. Its hard to make myself think about trying to get gay uniform guys into the same room with kinky bondage boys who like to wear women's corsets. Eighty five percent of kinky het men have a real tough time mixing easily with stone butch BDSM dikes and fags, too for that matter.
Yet, such face-to-face mixing together does actually happen on very rare occasion. But it happens only when people want an experience that they simply can not have EXCEPT by sharing the same space with each other. That can happen at big fetish dance parties like the Fetish Ball, big open dungeon parties like Black Rose, big street parties like Folsom Street Fair, or, less often, to attend classes at big and famous educational events like Thunder in the Mountains or Black Rose, or those of you who've come here to Dallas this weekend.
But have you noticed---mostly at those events, we tend to hang with our own kind: bears hang with bears, youngsters hang with each other, lesbians with lesbians, and het folks with each other and so on. Predators are the obvious exception.
Besides, just because a bunch of different kinds of kinky people happen to show up on rare occasions at events to share the same social bath…….well, that doesn't exactly a "community" make, I don't think.
Okay then………if the changed realities of modern life cause us to re-think the meaning of words like "leather" "community" "tribe" and others, then what exactly ought to be the mission of our clubs, organizations, institutions and leadership?
Perhaps we can arrive at an answer by asking ourselves the question,
"What can we do for each other that will be of value?"
Here are my answers:
We can validate erotic variation as a good and natural thing;
We can support the essential role of good character in maintaining erotic health;
We can deny access to those we find to be not qualified to use the knowledge of leathersex;
We can appropriately share what we have learned about our search for erotic fulfillment;
And how exactly might we go about doing those things?
In all groups of people who congregate to develop and deepen any set of skills and abilities which have the power to accomplish truly meaningful personal transformation……the people who already have those skills, reserve for themselves the authority to determine to whom they will be passed along, and exactly how that Must happen.
Zen masters do that. Corporate executives do that. Master-teacher musicians do that. Military organizations do that. Priests and Priestesses of all faiths do that, and always have done.
My point is that anyone is free to apply, but not all are accepted. Or, put differently, "many are called, but few are chosen."
Why should we be any different?
The ability to use BDSM sexuality to visit destinations beyond time and space depends upon the acquisition of powerful energy manipulation skills to accomplish those transformations. And it is a universal axiom that anything that is powerful can destroy in exactly equal proportion to which it can create. When such BDSM skills are used without the guidance of good character and love, trouble is the inevitable result as I'm certain people right here can testify.
Functional gateway organizations are important because they can and do offer the newcomer…..Dom, sub, Top, bottom, Master and slave,……valuable introductory information and experiences, inspiration, and also supply some basic survival skills which can help protect them from unwanted injuries----emotional, physical and spiritual.
But, just as individuals all need to know what our limitations are, and to recognize the dangers of over-stepping them…..the same is also true for our organizations. It is not appropriate for our gateway groups to try to do it all for everyone who walks in the door. Even the right abilities in the wrong hands will produce the wrong results.
BDSM sexuality is not a basket weaving class, for god's sake…..and its important not to treat it that way, because when we do, we demean it horribly, and create the illusion that anyone can do the high end work well……which is simply not true.
In addition to our valuable gateway organizations, we also need other kinds of groups----much smaller and much more intimate ones that are more homogeneous. I believe that it is in such smaller groups that the esoteric and far more sophisticated knowledge can be gathered, cultivated, refined, practiced and taught. And the people in these groups simply must understand that they ARE the guardians of a kind of high magic---the sacred stuff that powers the engines of our particular kind of Warp Drive.
And no one-no individual-can be admitted to these smaller, more intimate groups if there is a chance that he will use such skills and information just to stroke his own ego, to prey upon others, or gain that power and influence for its own sake.
And the reason for that is that those of us who've been around the Scene for a while, know that the forces of destruction always wait in the wings of nearly all BDSM encounters for anything like an invitation, to quote my friend, Joseph Bean.
It is these, smaller……more focused and more selective groups---do I dare call them families? Or maybe clans??---- that are in a position to inherit the best features of the Old Guard while avoiding the worst,…..and to safely see that esoteric skills are placed only into worthy and qualified hands for safekeeping and transmission to new generations who will carry those sacred flames onward. It has been very exciting for me to witness such exclusive focus groups springing up all across the country in the last 3 years, and to watch them sort themselves out and grow.
Owing to its very strengths and weaknesses, the Internet is un-policeable…….which is why we will continue to learn of horror stories about kinky outlaws who prey upon the unfortunates who fall into their hands, both Tops and bottoms, Masters, slaves and switches, too. Last fall, I read of the conviction of a man in Kansas who was convicted of killing two women whom he'd met on the Internet-both desired to become "sex-slaves."
Its not uncommon to hear of Masters who have systematically exploited wannabe slaves…either for financial gain or to build a big reputation for themselves---more than one cult of such users has sprung up in recent memory, and the Internet serves as their primary outreach method. Caveat Servitor!
The Internet will always be a place where liars, thieves, cheats, hate-mongers, racists, bigots, anarchists, psychopaths, and religious fascists, congregate to contaminate the single most accessible environment in which our people can find their way to us.
The Internet can never be much more than the starting place in what we all know is a journey……a journey of excitement, adventure, self-discovery, of validation and the affirmation of ourselves as erotic frontiers-people who go where others do not tread.
But finally, I think….it will be in smaller clans and families where the core of real magic making will again be happening consistently in our world as was once the case during the best years of the Old Guard.
Only when our erotic kin-folk out there venture into each other's presence and begin to dance in real time with each other does our erotic art-form really begin to breathe……. in the organic reality of our real-not virtual-existence.
It is our gateway organizations into which our newcomers are most likely to venture first, when they are ready to move past the cyber world in their explorations. It is in our gateway organizations that they can become more aware of how our dance-steps fit together and move us to our special music. But for those who want to really become adept, and to grow beyond becoming mere "erotic technicians", they will have to move onward, into smaller, and much more intimate groups. And those groups will need to be guided by people with their heads and hearts screwed on straight.
I hope you all realize that those of you who are here today are not really representative of people who are interested in radical sexuality. The average kinkoid has never attended a group like this……this kind of gathering…..he or she is out there in America somewhere, hunched over a computer maybe….living in isolation in a place like Fort Lupton, Colorado, or Provo, Utah, or maybe in Richards Junction. I know you know this, because some of you have on-line relationships with such isolated people, and you may well be their only contact with our world.
And you will have to decide for yourself what your responsibilities in those cyber relationships are, and use your best judgement about what you share about yourself, what you encourage in others, and what you discourage as well.
But it is my conviction that if this sexuality is truly to be part of someone's personal destiny and fulfillment, sooner or later, he or she will have to come face-to-face with their erotic counterparts, and begin to learn the dance steps in real time rather than cyber-space. None of us got here alone.
And each of you will have to decide how to pay it forward.
Because unless you do that, there is no hope that those things lost to us in the last 20 years can be restored to the kinky mainstream.
The mystic-poet Rumi tells us, "Those who hear not the music, think the dancers mad".
How true it is.
Thanks you for your time and attention.
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Some more thoughts from Guy Baldwin. (Posted here with Guy's specific permission)
Madoc:
I wasn't at the LA Leather Weekend when Guy first aired this but I wish I was. It would've been interesting to see what effect his words had on the crowd gathered there. I wonder how many others there had already thought this through and come to the same conclusions as Guy - or how many had thought it through and come to vastly different ones. I also wonder how many there had never bothered to think anything through any further then their next fuck. It has been almost a year now since I went through, in my own mind and in my own life, much of what Guy presents here. For me, this came to a head at last year's IML and I left that event rather depressed and also very distanced from what the gay leather community has become. After some analysis of my own I put my thoughts to words and put those words up here on my site as my Changes essay.
As a result, much of what Guy has to say here is something I'm already familiar with and have already accepted. I differ though, with some of Guy's conclusions. I see little good, if any, about the "HIV-POZ bad boy Pig Sex warriors" that Guy speaks of in the second part of his paper. To me, these men are nihilistic at their core, self-rationalizing of their maliciously negligent behavior, and helping to keep the Plague among us. Ultimately, I see them doing more damage to the gay leather community than the momentary intimacy and passion their barebacking might bring.
The medical studies are still not conclusive as to the risk of "superinfection" - i.e. an already POZ individual becoming reinfected with a new or different strain of HIV. I've already expressed my views on this in my Barebacking essay and I think that, until it is proven that POZ barebackers can not become superinfected, then all they are doing is spreading ever new and ever more drug resistant strains of HIV among the community.
I've also recently seen the deaths of several of my longtime POZ friends. They'd been on the "Cocktail" for years and it wasn't any sudden failure of their protease dosing which killed them but rather a general, systemic failure of their bodies. They were simply exhausted by the toxicity of the drug regimen that they were on. I've a feeling, just personally, that there may be an upper limit to the duration the human body can be exposed to something as scourging as the protease inhibitors currently in use to stave off HIV. If that is the case, then the "silver bullet" that protease inhibitors are billed as, may actually turn out to be a curse. I say curse as they will only have provided a brief pause in the course of the Plague - and a pause which millions took as an excuse to allow themselves to become infected.
While I may disagree with some of what Guy has to say here I definitely found it worth examining. Guy's analysis is always keen and powerful. It also makes you think and thus re-examine your own preconceptions and world view. With his "Radsex..." presentation, Guy is once again shaking the tree down to its roots and only good can come of that.
If I had to guess, I'd say that the second part of Guy's paper is what will attract the most attention and cause the most re-examining. Lost in this uproar though, will be his other valid points about the "Old Guard" and what has become of it. While not as dire a thing as his analysis of how barebacking is influencing the gay leather community, Guy's views on the death of the Old Guard are equally insightful and worth contemplating for anyone who is into SM on more than a "slap and a tickle" level.
My views of this are my own, not Guy's, and I encourage you to read on to see how his words affect you. If you are at all connected to the leather/ SM/ fetish world then what Guy has to say here cuts to its core and that makes it worthwhile to examine whether you are a gay leatherman or not.
I'd also like to thank Guy for his granting me permission to post his words here. Guy's paper is also posted over on the LeatherPage.com site and you can read it there as one of his columns.
Read on!
Madoc
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Twilight … Darkness … A New Breed
By Guy Baldwin, M.S.
A paper, most of which was presented during
The LOS ANGELES LEATHER WEEKEND: Lecture Track
March 27, 2004
{After I read this at the event, sections of text that had been removed to save time were restored and slightly reorganized for Internet posting. Despite these changes, the same subject matter appears here, but in its expanded form as originally intended. If you were in the classroom on the 27th, you heard the stripped-down version.}
[What’s below is long, I’m not sorry to say. Research confirms that the Internet has reduced our reading attention span to about 600 words, maximum. But what is to be the fate of ideas and issues that won’t fit neatly inside that limit? Are we training ourselves to ignore complex or challenging ideas and consider only short and simple things—the mental equivalent of “fast food”? That would make politicians happy if we “dumbed ourselves down” so much that we became sheep: easily led, easily manipulated. I prefer to think that we’re made of better stuff; I hope you do, too. I’ve prepared some brain food here that I believe is worthy of our time and attention, but it’s a big meal, so I suggest you eat slowly to avoid indigestion.
To more easily manage the size of this paper, it has been divided into two parts. I suggest that the printer-friendly versions be downloaded and then printed out for easier reading, but suit yourself.]
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PART ONE
Some wise person is reputed to have said once, a long time ago, somewhere,
”Know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.”
I don’t know who it was, and I didn’t bother to find out because it doesn’t matter really, does it? Most of us accept this short, but powerful little saying as somehow, just simply … well, TRUE.
On the face of it, it seems clear enough … doesn’t it?
But the trouble with that deceptively tidy little saying, “Know the Truth, and the Truth shall set you free” … is that there are a bunch of steps missing between TRUTH and FREEDOM. And some of those steps are hard ones to take.
For example, the problems of perceiving what’s “True” have to be solved. Next, we have to think about whatever connections there may be between what’s TRUE, and what’s THE TRUTH. And we do that, of course, because when we were children Alice (In Wonderland) explained to us that:
“Things are not always what they seem, are they?”
As we’ve all figured out by now, refining perception and drawing conclusions are all processes that unfold over a period of time, and only sometimes happen consciously. But even when the problems of perception have been cleared up and we eventually settle ourselves upon whatever THE TRUTH is, unfortunately that moment is almost never accompanied by a convenient bolt of lightening or clap of thunderous confirmation to signal that THE TRUTH has arrived—at gate number 14-B.
And if you get through all that stuff, then … there you are. There you are with … THE TRUTH.
The Freedom part comes later—sometimes much later, after we have actually used THE TRUTH to change ourselves in various ways: our behaviors, our values, beliefs, choices, and courses of action. And, if the little saying is accurate, those new ideas and behaviors, now based on THE TRUTH, should produce more Freedom in our lives, either sooner or later.
The point of this little introduction about how we grow and change is just to say that the ideas I’m about to explore with you today flow from what I think I see, understand, and believe is true and is THE TRUTH. If it turns out that I’m right about these things, I hope that, someday, it can help us move closer to that Freedom thing, somewhere down the road. If time reveals I’m mistaken, then I’ll have to apologize for wasting your time, and/or making matters worse.
For myself, I’m still trying to decide how I FEEL about the ideas you’ll soon be hearing, but I am confident that at the very least, TRUTH is not the enemy of FREEDOM, which is why I continue to seek both.
That said, here we go with:
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It now rests in the arms of history, embraced there along with nearly all of the Leather Princes—Knights and their squires—who I was once privileged to know, and who adopted me as one of their own. Those men raised me up into manhood when my biological family threw me out at age 18 because they found out I was gay.
“There’ll be no … ’homo-sexshuual’ livin’ under my roof … I want you gone,” pronounced my Mother. But she didn’t know the half of it when it came to my sexuality. Many months would pass before even I began to realize just how different I was, and still am.
I wish I could say that she threw me out because I “came out” to her honestly, but I didn’t … I wasn’t that brave. Not that my story is really all that different from many other such stories that we’ve all heard. She found out by accident, confronted me—I denied it—but doing that just ate me up inside. So after two gut-grinding weeks, I told her the truth. She detonated, and I packed and left a few days later. I left that little town in Colorado, and moved to Denver where I could be with my own kind; I had already met a few other gay guys there.
The year was 1965.
Only in retrospect did Mother’s disgust—her rejection and exile of me—turn out to be a blessing in disguise. Although neither of us knew it at the time, by throwing me out—throwing me away—she disqualified herself to parent a boy like me properly. Her decision actually revealed more about what sort of person she was, rather than revealing my worth, or anything important about me, really. But all that took many years for me to see and understand clearly; back when it happened, I was crushed. She went to her grave two years ago, not knowing me because she never wanted to.
I muddled around in the gay vanilla world for a couple of months, trying to become a competent queer … which takes some effort, after all. I doubt that many of us have a particularly easy time learning how to breathe, eliminate the gag-reflex, and deepthroat, all at the same time … to mention just one example. But I threw myself into my education whenever someone interesting paid attention to me.
Luckily for me, one Saturday night two leathermen decided it would be fun to go “slumming” in Denver’s main, fluffy-sweater bar (the Court Jester, if anyone cares). So they pulled on their Levis, cowboy boots, t-shirts, and leather jackets, and set out to go make the queens … well, “nervous” … which they did; all but one, anyway. I walked right up to them, compelled like a moth to flame, and we talked.
Long and funny story cut short: I fisted one of them later that night, with lots of coaching from the other one. I’d never even heard of fisting; I had no idea it was even possible. It was my first step in what would prove to be a long and amazing journey into a much larger world.
That very successful evening we’d enjoyed together authorized them to bring me along with them the next day to a back-yard cookout lunch of hot dogs and hamburgers at the home of the road captain of the Rocky Mountaineers Motorcycle Club. Those two men brought me along despite the fact that I wasn’t an attractive kid by any standard, and I was definitely the youngest guy there by eight years at least. The other men I met that day liked me, and maybe felt sorry for me a little bit, too—I never asked.
But whatever their reasons, they soon brought me under their protection and began my education. Those men, that brotherhood, became my actual family. Some were fatherly; others were motherly, and even grandmotherly. Some were smarter than others, some were professionals, others were working class, and a few were even boring. But when all was said and done, it felt good to be accepted, and we needed each other.
They became the axis around which my life revolved for the next seven years. Those I was closest to urged me into University and followed my academic progress steadily. Sometimes they even made me bring something along to study on the motorcycle campout trips we took. Collectively, they were committed to my total development—sexual, intellectual, moral and spiritual (although they’d never have called it that).
But most important of all, they slowly socialized me—in an orderly and progressive way—into the courtship rituals and the mating dances of our “kind.”
That included an understanding of the erotic alchemy that produces the truly transforming and transcendent BDSM and D/s sexual experiences that made my spirit sing.
It was Classical Leather Culture, often referred to these days as the “Old Guard,” that did all that for me and countless others nationwide. During that era, it was common for older gay men to parent younger ones. Luckily, I found leather parents, and they found me.
I tell you all of this … and this time with these few personal details, not because I’m fast approaching age 60 and need to indulge in some misty reverie about fond memories from a well-spent youth.
No … I say these things to describe our sub-cultural system of socialization—an entire society—that is now gone.
I just want you to know what we have lost.
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Who were those men, and what were they like?
It’s important to remember that people during the thirty years between 1950 and 1980 didn’t have many of the modern options for life-choices that we take for granted today. In general, nearly all of those Old Guard warriors were misfits who, by day, hid behind lies to pass as “normal” so they could earn a living. With few exceptions, they were honest erotic outlaws only on weekends and nights.
But erotic outlaws they were. If you doubt that, spend 15 minutes reading DRUMMER’s early classified sex ads. With the possible exceptions of electro-sex and fire work, they did everything erotically that we do now. Before 1954, they were mostly rah-rah America fans, but after wars in Korea and especially Viet Nam, they developed a deep distrust of the military-industrial complex (“The Establishment”). When they voted, the ones I knew usually supported liberals or moderates.
Nearly all of them drank alcohol in moderation, some smoked weed and hashish when they could find and afford it, and, as they became more available after 1968, significant numbers added other mind altering/enhancing chemicals to their sexploits.
They made up their own minds about which laws and social rules applied to them and which ones did not. Outside the workplace, they governed their lives according to their own standards. And those standards simply did NOT have to make any sense to outsiders. They really didn’t care what the rest of the world thought of them, or about what happened after working hours, behind closed doors. These were erotic outlaws, and I feel lucky to have known them.
The men of the Old Guard equipped themselves with whatever erotic gear supported their sex lives—usually homemade before about 1975. (My first restraints were four brown leather dog collars from the Safeway Store, vintage 1966. I made a whip [what we’d now call a flogger] in 1972 because there was no place to buy one.) We created private and public spaces where we could be ourselves with our own kind. And without exception, the men I knew and ran with then saw and understood clearly that we were definitely not common, not average, and not conventional. For us, Radical Sexuality was our art form. And for a smaller number, it was also our religion, our salvation and destiny. It was the central, organizing principle of our lives.
It was our Nile River … joyful, life sustaining, inspiring, dynamic and creative.
***
Only by looking back in time can a careful observer notice that by as early as 1975, small cracks had already appeared from inside Classical Leather Culture itself. But Cultural Anthropology teaches us that small sub-cultures like the Old Guard can be easily overwhelmed by powerful outside forces. I suppose it’s possible that the Old Guard leather society across the nation might have survived any single one of the external forces that impacted us: cheap jet travel; the Korean and Viet Nam wars; the proliferation of strong recreational drugs; the AIDS nightmare; and most recently, the Internet. But collectively, those irresistible forces (and others) simply shattered the already vulnerable, and not all that flexible, Old Guard society.
Just as Feudal Society in Europe during the Middle Ages didn’t suddenly screech to a full stop one summer day, so too was the demise of Old Guard society a long process which had probably begun in most places by 1980. But yes, the Old Guard Leather sub-culture, that society, is certainly dead by now, despite the fact that there are still actually a very few of the original old Barons left. But not many; they were all born by 1940 after all.
And yes, there are a few more second and third generation knights and squires like me—survivors who were mentored and reared by Old Guard Dogmas and Catechisms in their various forms. We’re still around, although generally out of sight. Yet even nowadays, a few of us and our successors actually do Captain the occasional household or extended family here and there. And each isolated clan bears the unique stamp of its patriarch’s quirky eccentricities, just as in earlier times. Thus, small pockets of some Old Guard ways do still live on in those settings, to be sure, and probably always will. But as the Pack, the society of leathermen—that’s dead. [To offer a parallel example, the Russian immigrants who have clustered together here in the U.S. since 1990 do not Russia make. They are strangers in a strange land, and they know it.]
(Nowadays, its much easier to identify special interest groups of people who’ve banded together, usually around a common erotic theme, because they’ve recognized that being in a pack has some real advantages; the FFA is the earliest example I can recall. I’m thinking of today’s “boy,” “pup” and “bear” groups, and even some fetish groups like the cigar, uniform and boot groups out there. Nevertheless, I’m aware of none that operate with any of the Old Guard styles or formula—the MOD and JIIIA may be a exceptions, but I don’t have enough information to be sure about that.)
What’s gone is Old Guard leather civilization itself … all the various traditions of introduction, referral, education, mentoring and socialization … gone, right along with every single one of the institutions that sustained it.
Here are some examples of what I mean by “institutions”:
If they wished, returning World War II vets could buy war surplus motorcycles for $50.00 at war’s end; cheap mobility was finally possible. (The INDIAN was the more preferred brand, by the way … not HARLEY.) Gay motorcycle clubs began emerging in 1953 and spawned nearly all of the early “leather” bars, because members gathered to socialize there. Bike clubs appeared all through the 1960s nationwide. By 1975, the leather bar in every big city was busy with leathermen talking and cruising by 10:30 P.M. every night, except maybe Monday and Tuesday. (By the way, in no surviving leather bar in the U.S. today has that been true for at least 15 years.)
But while the leather bars flourished, interest in joining a bike club had slowly begun to fade by the late 1970s for several reasons. In the 1950s, motorcycle riding was frowned upon; only socially rebellious, tough guys rode them. The mainstreaming of motorbike riding slowly eroded the earlier bad-boy stereotype that masculine gay men resonated with. (Which largely explains why the men from my youth scorned Japanese bikes despite their mechanical superiority.) But most importantly, the need for close association with the bike clubs to improve one’s access to radical sex opportunities was vanishing fast. The leather bar itself made access possible—it was open to the public; the bike clubs were not.
Some club members moved to more affluent areas farther away or migrated as the U.S. population became more mobile, and others found relationships so the urge to hunt changed. All the war stories had been told. As more strangers walked in, their leather bars lost the “clubhouse” feel that they’d originally had. In nearly all bike clubs, the ratio of bike owners to non-owners dropped steadily and by 1985, some clubs had already disbanded or morphed into “Leather-Levi” social clubs.
Consequently, the number of bike club events at leather bars slowly but steadily declined. This was a problem because the bikers had always been the magnetic core group that attracted other kinkmen into the bars. Gatherings of biker sidekicks, some aided by a few beers, usually turned bars into easy-going reunions of buddies in a party mood. The less intense atmosphere of afternoon club events at bars offered newcomers a far less intimidating setting to begin meeting us and developing leather social networks. By contrast, most weekend nights in bars felt more serious, and even sometimes forbidding or sinister. Fewer club events meant fewer “casual” settings for newcomers; meanwhile, some bar owners got nervous about sales.
The idea of “leather-title contest” first appeared in bars in the mid-1970s. It caught on quickly and has survived to become the only remaining pseudo-institution in the “leather” world. (Contests are not universal.) For a while, it seemed as though the leather contests might offer us new, alternative, or replacement reasons to gather, socialize, and cruise to maybe hook up.
But contests don’t actually involve very many people directly; the rest of us who aren’t judges or contestants can easily feel reduced to the role of observers rather than participants. Thus, our personal emotional investment in the contest process and outcome is often pretty low … it doesn’t feel like there’s much in it for us personally. To outsiders, they look like butch beauty contests.
But c’mon … lets face it: From the standpoint of building and strengthening a community by tending to the needs of each man there, the best parts of contests for 95% of any contest audience are the bits of time for socializing and cruising between the contest segments. That’s important time for learning, practicing and doing the courtship dances requiring specialized social skills. In the days before 1985, that time was THE most exciting reason to get geared up and head down to the leather bar … four nights a week.
Even at IML Weekend, where upwards of 12,000 guys gather to bask in the shared Leathersex energy we create together, only about 25% park themselves in seats for contest segments. The great majority of the men who migrate to Chicago aren’t there to passively watch contest segments, as if going out to a movie. They want to see each other and be seen, maybe to find themselves engaged in some erotic Tango of seduction, perhaps to spark some high-end pervo-magic. Or at the very least, to see others doing those things … maybe to learn through observation just how it’s done. In short, whether they know how to get their needs met there or not, most guys at our big leather events want to feel the exciting potentials of that intoxicating atmosphere. They want to have the same feelings that were possible in all leather bars, four or five nights a week, every week, during the heyday of Old Guard leather society.
Happily, I’ve recently begun to discover that growing numbers of younger guys who came into radical sexuality through the Internet have finally begun to see the limitations of the cyber medium. Posted text and pics are simply not reliable for judging erotic chemistry. That man who e-mailed those great photos might actually have NO sex energy at all, maybe can’t talk in person, smells of perfume, lives with his aunt, is too tweeked to focus, is a crappy host, and is all about his fancy 800 thread count sheets.
Conversely, the plain lookin’ guy standing across the room can feel sexy as hell, yet he’d get rejected online because his photo doesn’t reveal his heat. It’s still true that the best way to get the “feel” of someone erotically is face-to-face; no technology comes close. Typing can’t teach anyone the social skills needed to actually start, sustain and guide a meaningful conversation about sex or anything else. Those things are best learned, practiced and accomplished in brick-and-mortar establishments … Leather Bars. I see more new guys there all the time.
Missing Institution #3: DRUMMER magazine was, for years, the only inspiration, information and erotic clearing house for our world during the golden age of leather. Although it’s impossible to know with certainty, and reliable information is sketchy, some observers have suspected that, like a family’s only milk cow, slowly getting older, owners of DRUMMER took more from the magazine and gave less back to it. Whatever the details, in the end, DRUMMER was slaughtered for what little meat remained.
While still alive, it had also spawned a few edgy offspring magazines like POWERPLAY and MACH, but all those are long gone now, too. INTERNATIONAL LEATHERMAN magazine, which looked very promising for a while, also seems to have met an equally shameful end, apparently also through shortsighted stewardship. Typically, owners vanish without comment or explanation, never to be heard from again, thus fueling suspicions and feelings of betrayal and abandonment.
DRUMMER was messenger, mirror, censor and historian, all rolled into one. DRUMMER both reflected and also set, defined … and then protected and, therefore, maintained the boundaries and limitations of classical Old Guard society. The Internet, by contrast, is a free-for-all slew of wide-ranging iconography, opinions and standards, all competing on equal footing. The Internet has no agenda; DRUMMER definitely had several. So much for Old Guard institutions.
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Currently, most of the surviving Old Guardians do not have the attention of newcomers, especially the young ones, because they think we have nothing to offer them beyond history, protocol and technique. The situation isn’t helped when youngsters must listen to some Guardians squabble and whine about protocol and technique, yet all the while continue to demand respect from the young. That just makes them lose patience with us; those issues seem … well … silly to most young guys. If we want their respect, we’ll have to get it the old fashioned way.
And when newcomers lose patience and respect, and then go off on their own to figure it out for themselves, some surviving Old Guardians typically become annoyed. Youngsters are frequently dismissed as “not being serious” … because in the old days, youngsters WERE patient with the seasoned men. Well … YEAH … they had to be patient back then, because we were the only game in town … but that’s no longer true.
Most Old Guardians never acquired the skills to deliver the good stuff faster because we never had to before. But now, if we want to hold their attention and gain their respect, we will need to either get those skills or risk becoming irrelevant entirely to the new kids on the block. We have other things to talk about which the young might find of greater interest: stability, commitment, loyalty, honor and other values, continuity, social skills and more—things that are mostly not learnable on the Internet because they’re best learned over time and regular contact with the same people in face-to-face settings.
We’re also not helped by the fact that most classical leather iconography looks antique to most kids … and by that, I mean it ain’t as hot and sexy as what they’re all about. (Take a very close look at INSTIGATOR magazine if my point isn’t clear—especially issues 3 and 4.)
I don’t like that any of this is true, but we gotta live life on life’s terms or else the surviving Old Guardians will risk becoming reduced to some quaint, historical, triviality.
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While a few Old Guardians remain, and perhaps always shall, the Classical Leather Culture itself … that society is gone. Long gone.
Any and all efforts to recreate it have been, are, and will always be doomed to failure. We must preserve the past, not try to reoccupy it.
Like children in a country field,
Aglow with swarming fireflies,
We dance the moonless night away
And reach and grab for some to prize.
We long to hold and keep alive
The magic joy to live and thrive.
But our few precious points of light
Can’t make the field again take flight.
It’s time for all who knew it, or maybe glimpsed it even, to take a long … deep breath, and then release our grip … and let it slip into history where it belongs … peacefully and with love and gratitude … and hopefully, in the spirit of celebration.
And we must do this releasing … not reluctantly … and no, not even sadly either, because we cannot pick up and come to good terms with what’s happening now if our hands are busy grasping at dead fireflies in hopes that they will come back to life and dance for us, lighting our way back to that special time once again. Because that is not gonna happen.
Living in the past wastes the present.
I suppose that in a perfect world (perfect for me, anyway), we would listen together now, to a few minutes of the Mozart or Brahams Requiem. For a little while at least … because there were some special things about Old Guard society worth remembering; that’s just ‘cuz I’m a sentimental fool sometimes.
But frankly, those men from 1965 would have wanted the DOORS requiem saved for last. Definitely.
After this, I’ll not write about it again.
I, too, must let go.
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And, as it turns out, I’ve been surprised to see that a new erotic society has recently appeared—a group that’s almost directly analogous to the first generation Old Guard in some very interesting ways. I’ve come to believe that they carry some of the Old Guard torches today.
In PART TWO, I’ll have a lot more to say about them, where they came from, who they are, and explain why I think they are today’s successors to the Old Guard I grew up with.
END PART ONE
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RADSEX RISING TIDE TURBO PERVO TONIC
(Continued)
PART TWO
As it turns out, I’ve been surprised to notice that a new group has recently appeared—a group that’s almost directly analogous to the first generation Old Guard in very interesting ways. They’re a different group of guys, of course; they are right in our midst, yet nearly invisible. Or maybe better said, who are selectively visible, just as the Old Guardians themselves once were.
So … who am I talking about?
Well, who is having radical sex these days—what I’m calling “Radsex,” and thumbing their noses at socially acceptable sex rules, just as the Old Guard did?
Who is doing sex with the same abandon typical of the Old Guard back in 1975 and earlier? Who is appearing in nearly all of our very hottest erotic movies, or as a local wit has dubbed them, “our training films”? Who is reconsidering and redefining the mainstream BDSM world’s litmus test for “approved” kink; you know the words, “safe-sane-consensual”?
And who is it that has created their own shadow erotic underground networks of guys who are more or less on the same page when it comes to getting it on? Except for the clothing and tattoos, the recreational drugs that some of them use, how amazing many are to look at, and the frequency and pace at which their sexuality explodes, they closely remind me of those men from my youth.
I refer, of course, to the fast growing group of HIV-POZ gay men who enjoy what they most frequently call “Pig Sex” with each other in what is actually the old-fashioned way. For my purposes here, I refer to those POZ-men whose erotic interests lay somewhere along the rough-sex-to-BDSM end of the spectrum. Their in-group sexuality is generally risk aware, consensual, honest, often edgy, indifferent to their critics, often uses the same spicy kinks, is spontaneous, and most importantly, is fearless and guilt-free. In their own ways, and with stylistic differences, the underground POZ bad boy Pig Sex warriors today do share at least some of the same erotic high ground—or is that low ground—that once belonged exclusively to the Old Guard, especially before 1975.
And make no mistake: it’s not that the Old Guard actually passed the torches to them, either. In fact, what happened is that the Old Guardians put the torches aside when we became consumed with caring for our men who were sick and dying from 1983 up into 1996. When the dying slowed at last, survivors could barely summon the energy to mourn our many dead. (I think I can confidently say that all who endured the last 20 years harbor a dread of those dark times ever coming back again.)
When we were ready to pick up the torches again, they had grown dim, and the world of radical sex seemed chaotic and nearly unrecognizable. The Internet and open groups had replaced us as the knowledge base for BDSM/Leathersex and D/s sexualities. The newcomers we’d ignored during those years had reinvented major elements of it.
By 2000, if not earlier, the HIV-POZ bad boy Pig Sex warriors had unknowingly begun to carry some of those torches. I don’t think they know they’re doing that even today, partly because they’re largely unaware of the rebel-outcast values that spawned the Old Guard renegades back in the 1950s and earlier. As far as I know, no one has really bothered to point out what they have in common with the Old Guard.
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I’m using a few pages to say how and why I think this new bunch of erotic warriors came to be. If I’m right that they carry some Old Guard torches, then it’s a group that’s worthy of my attention and my effort to know and understand. I hope you feel the same. I know of no group that can be well understood without first considering the relevant history that led up to its emergence, and the social context in which it appears.
World War II and the war against HIV have impacted American society in many ways. All wars throw new things into the minds and hearts of the cultures involved. These new elements can influence social evolution, including erotic life. (For example, I’ve always found it interesting that classical leather culture emerged almost exclusively in countries that struggled with Nazism, including Germany. I’ve tried to discuss it with a few people, but no one wants to touch it all that much yet … maybe it matters; maybe not.)
But HIV does matter, and it matters now. Because being HIV positive is central to the identity of this new group, some parts of my attempt at explanation below will touch on ideas and larger issues surrounding HIV itself. Controversy and HIV seem always to be joined at the groin, gut, heart, head and spirit. Little about it is simple.
So, I’ll try to fit together some of the oddly shaped psychological, social, and political puzzle pieces that HIV has handed to us. I think they set the stage for the arrival of this new erotic identity group in our midst. Considering how that happened may help us learn and perhaps better understand the HIV-POZ bad boy Pig Sex warriors. I believe they are here to stay for the long haul and that their numbers will continue to grow. If knowledge is empowering, our willingness to remain open-minded becomes essential.
All the pieces to this puzzle have been right in front of us for a while now, but, for various reasons, it seems we’ve been either unable or unwilling to put the picture together in a way that makes sense. I don’t claim to have all the pieces in place yet, but some of them are coming into focus at last.
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It’s common knowledge that countless people (most of them HIV negative, by the way) have been working hard since 1984 to create and maintain a huge, comprehensive, expensive and durable safety net under POZ guys: support groups, meals on wheels, counseling, government funding for medical care and drugs, resource websites and newsgroups, housing subsidies, massage care, pet care, and more … lots more.
That safety net was established to address a wide variety of “quality of life” issues, of course. Through the 1980s, the message was: We all want POZ guys to have the most normal lives possible until they sicken and die. Put simply, “Live as normally as you can, while you can; we’ll all do our best to help.” And they listened to it; and eventually they heard it.
The development of anti-HIV drugs and vastly improved treatments for opportunistic infections in the early 1990s slowly began to redefine HIV infection from being a likely early death sentence into a chronic health problem—one that could sometimes be accompanied by health challenges that ranged from near zero to life-threatening. Consequently, the deaths slowed way, way down. Meanwhile, related medical fields became progressively more skilled at managing the impact of HIV on the body, the mind, the spirit, and the logistics related to all of that.
“Live normally while you can” morphed into what is now often understood as “Live fast, love hard, and die when all else fails.”
Fear of early death gave way to a lust for life. For many, their sexuality got an unexpected shot in the arm—or should I say shot in the ass—when we learned that wasting syndrome was held at bay by weekly injections of the male sex hormone, Testosterone, and its cousin, Nonandralone (Decadurabolin).
Separately or together, these two drugs (and sometimes others) trick the body into thinking that it’s 17 years old again. Thus, many guys on the regimen are horny as hell—a side effect with profound implications. Oh, and guess what … those drugs make amazing bodies possible for anyone willing to spend as few as eight quality hours a week in a gym.
As time passed, the POZ guys looked up from their terror and noticed that, as a group, fewer were dying; they felt healthier than expected; had good community support; they felt more secure than expected; hornier than expected; and sexier than expected; and way more in demand sexually than anyone expected.
They also noticed that, unofficially, almost nobody seemed to mind all that much if they were having tons of sex with each other. After all, once you’ve got HIV, you’ve got it. And then, they also noticed that the guys who are barebacking generally didn’t seem to get sick any more often than those who were still doing “safer sex” things most of the time. Slowly, the bareback option began looking better and better to them. (Recent research suggests that POZ-guys have less reason than before to fear re-infection.) Non-HIV STD rates soared, while new HIV infections began to climb. They’re still climbing. Only the naïve are surprised about that.
AIDS prevention programs in various places are now flirting with a strategy that encourages POZ guys to enjoy sex only with other POZ guys. So, the segregation that has gradually been separating HIV positive and negative men since the very beginning is now being subtly encouraged by the arbiters of responsible sexuality in the gay world. For years now, that creeping segregation has been steadily creating an increasingly separate and inward-focused HIV-POZ world with its own values, ethics and folkways.
We all know POZ guys who simply will not date or screw with negative guys, and vice versa. The huge emotional challenges for sero-different sex partners, whether in relationships or not, are most easily avoided completely simply by adopting a policy to never have sex with opposite HIV-status guys. Not to mention that it saves lots of time, emotional stress, and eases the search for erotic fulfillment. And we all want to save time, don’t we? After all, who knows how much time we’ve got?
Capitalism supplies some puzzle pieces, too. I’m told that during the few years of its existence, the BareBackCity website, to cite just one example, was patronized by upwards of 80,000 subscribers. A free site, it earned money selling erotic videos of guess what … bareback sex, of course. (Did anyone create a companion site for negative guys? I did see a small, lackluster ad for one in Frontiers magazine last month.) I briefly considered counting bareback sites and videos, but knew what I’d discover, so I didn’t do any counting that day. The marketing of bareback sex is big business now, as we all know, and the reasons are easy to understand.
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Abstract ideas are useful, but personal stories somehow make it more real for me. They reveal other puzzle pieces.
Last January on a busy Saturday night, I was standing upstairs at CUFFS bar, the last remaining example of a 1960s style leather bar (stylistically) that I know of in the U.S. As I watched the men below, a stranger standing next to me turned and asked, “What are the guys in here looking for?”
I answered that some of them weren’t looking for anything—they just wanted to be with their own kind.
I also told him that most of the others were looking for 1975.
Whatever our HIV status, a great many of us are either looking for 1975 sexually, we’re waiting for it or we’re praying for it. A few feel they’ve found it.
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I remember very well the 1985 news conference at which Margret Heckler, then U.S. Secretary for Health, announced the development of the first HIV test. Before then, all of us just assumed that we were infected. She also said, in that same news conference, that within 10 years we would have developed a vaccine to prevent HIV infection.
I recall thinking to myself, “Hmmmm … well okay, I’ve tested HIV negative, and I’m kinky, so I’ll just move the risky stuff way out to the edges of my erotic life, and focus on all the rest.” At the time, I felt lucky because there was more to my sex life than the risky stuff. I made a deal with myself that I could wait 10 years to go back to my favorite juicy activities. I doubted that I’d ever be excited about using rubbers, and I was right about that, so essentially, I stopped screwing, and made myself use barriers for the rest.
Of course, it took me years to realize that those decisions had taken the very heart out of my sexual expression. And into the hole created by my decisions, I had installed a guarded vigilance, fear, and longing.
Back then in 1985, I calculated that in 10 years I would still have a viable 10 to 20 years left to enjoy the stuff I was about to give up. I gradually discovered that many of my psychotherapy clients back then had made approximately the same deal with themselves. A deal to be safe … always … each and every time for the next 10 years. Later, AIDS took a lover of mine in 1989, and then another one in 1993, and, when I wasn’t in deep sadness about that, I was feeling pretty good about my deal with myself. I had only two more years to wait ‘till we could all start to relax, turn the erotic RPMs back up again without fear. Or so the Reagan administration had promised.
As you all know, ten years came and went … then 15 years … and now 20 years have come and gone, and still we have no vaccine. Strong, steady, angry and powerful political activism (and not just from POZ-men) helped produce the cocktail arsenal of anti-HIV drugs that we have now. They do a good, although not perfect, job … yet. And I’m glad about that, of course. I wouldn’t wish 1986 on anyone.
But when was the last time you even HEARD about an activist event to hurry vaccine development? I can’t recall a single one. After all, the World Health Organization estimates that 46 million are now HIV infected, so the need for a vaccine is clear. But we have no comparable activism for vaccine development, do we? We got the anti-HIV drugs to help our guys, and then we went back to our lives, exhausted by the horror of it all.
Consequently, HIV-negative guys today walk around with less hope than ever of being able to thrive erotically with 1975-style sex lives.
And, of course, they try hard not to notice it, but they can hear the wild party happening just down the street, as it were, and can even see video footage of the party whenever they choose. They know exactly where and how to join that wild party, too … oh, yes, they do. All they have to do is become HIV positive.
And the voices in their heads remind them that “safer sex practices” are barriers to really intimate and spontaneous sex that they do know how to make go away … for a price. HIV-negative guys see and keep their eye on others who, one way or the other, have become HIV positive, and some HIV-negative guys will re-open that tortured discussion with themselves for the 40th … or 100th … or 1,000th time.
So who dares to be surprised that guys my age are turning up HIV positive after having remained negative for decades? Who dares scold them? A 40-year-old HIV-negative man today has many reasons to guess that HIV drugs might keep him alive and erotically vibrant for maybe 25 years … IF he can tolerate them. And he knows how to do basic math.
Talk to men, kinky or not, and many will tell you that it’s hard to imagine a life worth living past any age when they could no longer have sex the way they want to. To some, dying at age 65 having had a life of erotic fulfillment, on their own terms, begins to look like a better deal than living another 30 years with erotic vigilance and fear, or a shut-down sexuality, along with all the toxic influences caused by such alternatives.
And although maturity usually implies better ability to self-monitor, middle age has a time pressure all its own. Scholars who study human behavior have long suggested that our drive for sexual expression is second only to our craving to feed when we are hungry. Being both sexually honest and always safe has proven to be far more difficult than anyone ever imagined.
Hell, even a rock isn’t always and forever.
I know of no one who enjoys the stress of self-monitoring during sex … no one. It is unnatural, and it robs us of the abandon and spontaneity that can be so healing and bonding in all human sexuality. The sex that most of us yearn for does not require the wariness and constant vigilance that is the essential element of all “safer sex.”
Most of us crave sex that is mindless and beyond self-awareness.
What we long to say is:
“We got lost in it, utterly—we rolled together as one, with no awareness of boundaries or barriers of any sort—I have no idea what happened; all I know is how we felt during and after.”
Yet meanwhile, billions of dollars and countless volunteer hours have been spent to prevent exactly that kind of sex from happening. And still, at least once every 16 minutes, in the U.S. alone, someone becomes HIV positive.
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Another piece of the picture:
I recently became friends with a smart and educated 29-year-old man, born into a Baptist family and raised in the South. I asked him why he became HIV positive at age 27 when there is so much information about how to avoid that. And in words uniquely his, he essentially explained that while dealing with all the usual stresses of coming out gay, including estrangement from his family, of course, he found that his own emotional capabilities simply weren’t able to cope with the loss of sexual spontaneity. It was often his only emotional refuge and solace during those times of isolation, fear and the dark feelings that many of us can easily recall from similar periods in our own lives.
He said, “I became exhausted by the demands of the sex police, and decided I could more easily deal with the challenges of being HIV positive. Besides that, I knew no one my age with HIV. It looked like only old guys got it and had died. I knew no one whom HIV had killed.” He is doing fine now, by the way; he is on the cocktail and testosterone with no side effects, and he dates only POZ men with whom he can do the wild thing at any hour of the day or night.
He becomes less and less unusual … about every 16 minutes.
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More pieces to consider:
We foster POZ self-esteem, as we should, and we understand POZ quality of life issues, too. But we in America also place very high value on the principle of Self Determination, and we stand up to defend the informed choices that our citizens make about their own lives and the consequences that go with them.
If we are going to demand tolerance for being different, then aren’t we morally obligated to extend that same tolerance to guys who make choices which, at first glance, can appear to be contradictory or even self-destructive, or who make choices different from our own? I’ve slowly discovered from my work in the therapy room that, at least for some HIV-negative men, complex decisions about HIV status conversion, emerge with far more sophisticated deliberation than is suggested by videos of presumably POZ men screwing their brains out bareback. It happens far more often than I would have ever guessed.
It seems that we’ve collectively chosen not to notice that a huge range of people risk illness and death in exchange for a better quality of life every day, don’t they? Don’t you? We do it in sports, we do it when we travel here or outside the U.S., we do it in search of adventures, we do it for rewarding work, and yes, some do it for erotic fulfillment.
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That said, it’s way past time that someone point out that HIV-positive guys are NOT the only ones who are entitled to have “quality of life” issues. Being HIV positive does not automatically come with an exclusive right to have a better “quality of life.” Everyone has that right, and I suspect that guilt and/or anger about being either positive or negative have prevented too many of us from seeing the truth of that.
Get HIV-negative guys talking honestly about this, and they will often tell you that they resent being told that their HIV-negative status should somehow BE their golden “quality of life” payoff, period. Virtue may be its own reward for some gay men, but there are appetites it cannot satisfy and doesn’t even address. To ignore that fact is both insulting and condescending.
A number of HIV-negative men have told me that sometimes it seems that becoming HIV positive is looking more and more like a smart career move with a great benefits package. In exchange for a life-threatening infection that is often manageable, many get income without working, free healthcare, support groups, maid service, free meals, even dedicated 12-step meetings if necessary, plus some government benefits—all the things in the safety net, plus opportunities for fear-free sex if they want those.
(Several psychotherapists have also pointed out privately that some gay men see HIV as an opportunity to have an extended adolescence or premature retirement [paid for largely by strangers]. These colleagues found that some feel thus entitled because they had crappy childhoods, and/or suffered the pain of homophobia, and/or become infected just for being who they are.)
But heaven help the HIV-negative guys who express any need for negative-only “quality of life” services. When such proposals have been put forward, they’ve frequently been greeted with a chorus of criticism, including charges of anti-HIV POZ-discrimination and bigotry.
I recently learned of a gay man who contacted a gay and lesbian center, asking to join a creative writing group if one was available. He discovered that he wasn’t qualified to join because he isn’t HIV positive. Angry, he promised to return when he’d become infected.
Last January, I was able to find only one single support group for HIV-negative guys in the greater L.A. area that was NOT connected to some quickie AIDS prevention program. I was looking on behalf of a negative client of mine, but I found only one. It had a waiting list; he called several times, his calls were not returned, and he finally gave up. If that’s the situation here in L.A., we have to wonder how much support is there likely to be for negative folks wanting to discuss their feelings about HIV in Indianapolis, Nashville or Las Vegas.
These are not isolated examples. Privately, many HIV-negative people report feeling angry about the double standard they feel around the issue of equal resources and services, especially so in the face of rising HIV conversion rates. The absence of such resources for HIV-negative people sends several very interesting and powerful messages, I think … complex messages that often feel too tangled to sort out quickly and easily. Easier to turn away instead. No fun to think about … ”makes my mind hurt to think about.”
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The great divide between POZ and negative guys is going to grow ever wider, but, I’m sorry to say, I see it every day. And I don’t see that gap ever closing unless a really good vaccine is developed someday. Reports from that research effort are discouraging for two reasons: first, because the HIV virus is such a tricky beast both structurally and functionally.
And second, no one disputes that there is vastly more profit to be made from expensive, long-term anti-HIV drug therapies than could ever be made from outright HIV prevention by vaccine. Why would the stockholders of drug companies want a vaccine developed to prevent HIV infection? Every single person protected from HIV by that hypothetical vaccine could represent huge lost potential earnings for drug companies.
The full horror of this economic fact is beyond anyone’s imagination.
Only political action on a scale never before seen can overcome the powerful financial dis-incentives that prevent warp-speed vaccine development. How ironic: politically mobilized HIV-negative gay men militantly fire up vaccine development to get the sexual expression many secretly crave and, coincidentally, prevent the deaths of countless millions who’ll never afford expensive drug therapies. Hmmm … sex-hungry gay men as saviors of the world’s poor—couldn’t hurt.
Anyway … since no vaccine seems likely to appear anytime soon, the option to (actively or more passively) become HIV positive continues to have growing appeal, and even allure for some. Don’t forget that some of the guys in those HIV drug ads look pretty damned sexy, and the videos just get sexier. The gyms are packed. Steroid muscle drugs are only a prescription away, and hey … they’re pharmacy grade. HIV-meds are free or cheap for those who know how the system works. The support system is in place and, even in tight times, politicians probably won’t let the well run totally dry, perhaps because drug companies encourage them not to … who knows.
And every year, the stigma of being HIV-positive fades a little bit more.
Short of a vaccine, the next best thing concerning the growing POZ/negative segregation will be for us to surrender to the growing HIV status divide, and develop healthy ways to live with it. And by “healthy” I do not mean HIV-negative people finding refuge in sexless relationships, or strengthening denial about the emotional costs of “safer sex,” or going on anti-depressant medications that can flatten out sex drive, or relaxing into drug or other addictions—including one’s career.
One thing I do think that could mean, as of today anyway, is that those in the HIV-negative world simply must get their act together and develop erotic resources and opportunities that rival or surpass those available in the ever more glamorized POZ world being marketed today. For those resources to emerge, however, HIV-positive people will have to help out by restraining the impulse to see negative-only resources as being politically incorrect discrimination.
HIV-negative men have been discouraged from developing resources for self-care partly because they fear the wrath of the POZ community. As we all know, bareback parties happen at all our bigger gatherings; I’ve even seen invitations posted on hotel doorways. But I suspect that any door marked “HIV Negative Only” would soon be covered with graffiti (or worse).
I also fear that unless someone figures out how to make negative-only resources profitable, it may never happen. Why? Because many negative guys continue to operate with a “circle the wagons” kind of bunker mentality that is characterized by an “every man for himself” attitude, and they do that despite terrible psychological, emotional and spiritual costs.
That kind of vigilance does not lend itself to the creation of radical solutions to achieve sexual spontaneity, I wouldn’t imagine. I’d like to be wrong about that. But I’m not encouraged, simply because I notice that, despite the fact that there are still far more HIV-negative guys, no all-out effort is being made to create equally hot and sexy opportunities for them.
The material about “negotiated safety” and the methods of achieving a “fluid bonded” partner or maybe even a tight and closed group of “fluid bonded” HIV-negative sex brothers, seem to suggest some directions for effective solutions. And yes, I know that both of those solutions mean a much longer and more complicated route to get to enjoy the 1975-style sex than the New Breed POZ bad boy Warrior Pigs take for granted nowadays without a second thought.
The only “safe” ticket to 1975-style sexuality for negative guys takes much longer to develop; is far more labor intensive; the HIV risk can never be conclusively eliminated; maintaining it requires constant attention to detail, and the learning of some new skills for many of us.
Did I mention the issue of Trust? So many tough questions: Am I sure I know enough about it; am I willing to bet becoming HIV positive that I know all I need to know about Trusting? Can I learn how, when, why and whom to Trust? How many mistakes am I allowed to make while I learn? Who will teach me? How will I evaluate and choose those teachers? How long will it take, and what will it cost to learn?
I’m certain that as long as there are young, horny guys who are unused to, unprepared, and ill-equipped for the life stresses they must face, including sex, there is every reason to suppose that more and more of them will decide that the POZ price for the 1975-sex ticket will be easier for them to manage.
Young gay men, kinky or not, are simply not equipped by their upbringing with the emotional skills necessary to handle that kind of challenge. And most sadly, the old custom of a gay man (or groups of men) mentoring a young guy seems to have been replaced by the distractions and erotic mirages of the Internet. It appears that many, if not most, young men have come to see older men as merely exploiters. Many young guys think we have nothing of value for them, except maybe money and employment or lifestyle opportunities. Ironically, it’s partly a family values issue.
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I’ve become convinced that the lame-assed AIDS prevention programs that have been trotted out, one after the other, will be doomed to slow failure until they stop being fear based and can start being based on promoting white-hot sex for the negative population. So help me god: If I see one more fear-based AIDS/HIV prevention program emerge, I’ll wanna puke on who ever designed it. Obviously, the government can’t be trusted to fund any HIV prevention program that promotes hotter gay sex, which means that those dollars will have to come from within gay culture itself … I can hear the groans now. No? Okay, so then I’ll sit quietly and listen to your solution. Tick, tock … tick, tock.
Unless we can find ways to make it more attractive sexually for negative guys to stay that way, more and more of them won’t … and everyone knows that! The evidence is in: In simple terms, the longing for hot sex and, for some, the hope of intimacy that might go with it will, for more people every year, eventually overcome the steadily decreasing fear of illness.
I firmly believe that most, if not all, the programs we’ve created to slow the spread of HIV have had an unintended but profound side effect: they have steadily de-sensitized some of the people they tried to protect from HIV infection.
It is insane to think that more of the same will produce a different result.
***
The winding and tortured history of our social, scientific, political, medical and ethical responses to AIDS/HIV during its 20-year shadow has produced many unintended and surprising consequences. We … all of us together, have, in any number of ways, been the accidental parents of this new band of erotic outlaws. They are our creation and our children, conceived in countless choices made for noble and ethical reasons.
When I stand back far enough from these parts of the puzzle, I begin to think that eventually the semi-underground POZ bad boys had to become a pack of erotic rebels and outlaws for mutual support just as the Old Guard once did. It would have been surprising if that had not happened. Like the Old Guard, the bad boys of today make their own freedom, and they know it. Erotic self-determination isn’t the only drumbeat that means anything to them, but it is often central—something I recognize from my youth, as I’m sure others do.
So, all of that is a summary of how and why I think it has come to pass that the Old Guard erotic outlaws of yesterday have been replaced by this New Breed … did you get that, “New Breed” … of today’s erotic outlaws. I was startled to notice the degree of similarity between them, but there it is.
Yeah, there are also differences, too. The men of the Old Guard were deeply invested in taking care of each other; battlefield experience tends to foster that kind of in-group loyalty. Beyond history, protocol and technique, the Old Guard also offered other things of great value to newcomers: stability, honor, continuity, mentoring and protection. I don’t sense those traits in the New Breed as a whole, only in some individuals, but that may come in time—it’s too soon to guess how values might evolve. Old Guard values also took time to coalesce; we shall see.
Is the emergence of the New Breed an important development? Is it, or will it become, as important and influential as the Old Guard has been? I doubt the Old Guardians knew of or cared about their importance (which only became clear after their decline was well underway). They were too busy living their reality to see themselves clearly … that’s probably true for the New Breed, too.
From Old Guard to New Breed in 20 years … and yeah, my head is spinning.
***
Our thinking about radical sexuality has been slowed down unnecessarily by the presence of elephants in the middle of the room that too many of us have been pretending aren’t there. But they are. Modern “recreational” drugs pose new challenges. (I’ve omitted discussion of “recreational” drug issues that are related to much of what I’ve said here, largely because I think they’ve been well-discussed elsewhere, and I have nothing new to add.) The blessings and curses of the Internet remain profoundly vexing. Some of us struggle to find ways to reach across the generation gap, certainly to help our youth, and maybe partly to avoid becoming irrelevant. And there are other issues as well.
HIV issues continue to reinvent themselves. We are many communities now, with divergent needs and agendas. There is much unexpressed anger, fear and suspicion flying in both directions across the HIV positive/negative divide that we simply must start talking about … and soon.
I’ve tried to draw your attention to some closely related issues I find most important. But they cross and merge together at times, like some sort of triple helix or piece of twisted rope, so it’s confusing stuff to absorb. Maybe, in time, I’d have sorted things out better here, but I’ve brought them to our table now because I think time is our enemy.
I hope we can begin to have some calm and intelligent conversations about these matters. But if we’re not grownup enough to resist being dominated by anger, fear, money or laziness, then we’ll miss chances to influence how much pain waits in the future.
Carpenters can’t build bridges when their only tool is a flamethrower.
But if we can discuss issues as adults, then we will have taken a few steps toward developing a more clear understanding of THE TRUTH, and maybe even take a few steps toward the Freedom that I believe lies in wait for us somewhere beyond.
Truth is not the enemy of Freedom and Growth.
Thanks for your time and attention.
END
“I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.”
—Apollinaire
Leather Leadership Conference Keynote: 2011
April 8, 2011
Los Angeles
Herd Any Cats Lately?
So, “Leather Leadership,” is it, eh?
Well, when I throw my head up against the whole notion of Leather Leadership, the very first thought that hits me is ...
Here, take a look at this, which I think says it about as well as I can:
[E.D.S. “Herding Cats” commercial runs]
Now, I’m by no means the first guy to quip that leather leadership is challenging because it’s like trying to herd a bunch of cats. Others have been saying that for years, decades even.
But while that cute clip is fun to watch, it’s a bit misleading too.
To begin with, the premise is wrong. We all know that when it’s cattle that are being rounded up for a cattle drive, those cows are all headed for the same place: a short stop at the slaughterhouse and then on to somebody’s plate for dinner.
But just where, exactly, would anyone want a herd of cats to, uh, go?
I suppose that E.D.S. -- the computer services company responsible for that Superbowl commercial you just watched -- would have us believe that those cats are all being driven toward, I guess, “The Land of Solutions.”
Okay, sounds good. Companies & businesses identify their really tough I.T. problems and then hire some outfit like E.D.S. to bring in cat wranglers to solve those problems. I get it.
But if we’re seriously going to compare leather leadership to herding cats toward solutions, then it stands to reason that we’d better know -- and know very clearly -- exactly what our problems are, before going off in search of solutions.
And do we?
Do we really know what our problems are?
Do we know what our problems as a community are?
Has anyone ever really bothered to ask our communities what its problems are?
I don’t remember anyone ever taking a poll in an effort to identify problems, so that our Leather Leadership could bend its talents and efforts to finding some solutions for those problems.
Nope, never heard of anyone doing that kind of research on us. Yet lots of other kinds of minority groups have had exactly that kind of “problem identification” research done, including but certainly not limited to:
- people of any color
- religious minorities
- immigrant populations, legal and otherwise
- substance abusers
- the homeless
- the elderly
- high-school seniors in Florida
- post-op knee-replacement patients
- survivors of atomic bomb blasts
But not us.
Why not us? Why don’t we know what “our people” consider their problems to be?
I do get various answers to that question when I’ve asked it:
“Uh well, that kind of research is expensive, and nobody has any money for it.”
Or, “Who would do that research and how?”
Or, “Won’t work because different places have different problems.”
Or, “Our leaders just KNOW.”
Or my favorite: “Nobody really cares.”
Well, it isn’t true that nobody really cares what our problems are. But what is almost certainly true is that not very damn many of “our people” care what our problems are.
Why not? Because the main problem that concerns the vast majority of kinksters is -- guess what? -- getting laid.
I should have said, getting well laid. Or better yet: getting laid well. Which, at base -- please God, let us not forget -- is central to what spawned our communities in the first place.
Anthropology suggests that communities are born when individuals figure out that it’s easier, faster, safer and more efficient to get one’s individual needs met when one tries to do that from inside a community rather than trying to do that as a loner, from outside of communities.
Certainly the history of our own “leather”-erotic subcultural world seems to support that idea. The renegade motorcycle culture of late 1940s California spawned the first gay motorcycle clubs here in the mid-1950s, which then proliferated across the nation. With only two or three exceptions, those motorcycle clubs gave rise to our leather bars, where it became possible to join networks of BDSM players -- communities -- to learn the craft of one’s favorite kinks; and most importantly, to find suitable partners to get laid.
So, for at least forty-five years, the conventional wisdom was: participation in brick & mortar communities results in more and better sex.
That was then.
For years now, predictable communities with an actual street address have been eroding as more and more of us choose to spend our time in communities with a web address, or in even more brief flash-mob gatherings. I refer to virtual communities which manifest in what we used to call “cyberspaces.”
I’m sure that no one in this room has failed to notice at least two features of the progressive virtualization of our world: first, individuals can find as much information as they want about radical sex online; and second, individuals can seek out with great precision their own erotic counterparts without ever leaving home.
Hell, it’s even easy to do those things on our smartphones while we’re shopping for groceries, if we want.
A Match.com commercial I saw the other day says that one in five relationships now begin online. But I’m betting that in our worlds, the great majority of our relationships begin online. (Although I can’t prove it. Remember? No research on us.) I strongly suspect that we perverts took to the online world like ducks to water long before the general population did.
Just for fun -- raise your hands: how many of you actually remember paying upwards of twenty bucks a month for an AOL or a Compuserve membership, back in the day? Go on, raise your hands.
Anyway, I don’t think there’s much debate nowadays: today, and for a while now, the real gateways into the various worlds of all the radical sexualities are now found online.
Which, by the way, begs the question: Why are you guys even here?
After I read way too many of the class descriptions offered at this event, I found myself asking, “Uh, couldn’t someone who really wants that same information find it from several sources -- online -- and save themselves the cost of hotel, travel, and event fees?” As conference attendees, it seems to me you have a right to expect the presenters here to restrict themselves to presenting only information and ideas that cannot be found online.
And so, I therefore urge presenters to review your class plans tonight and amend them from that point of view. Make sure you’re worth the hundreds of bucks it’s costing many people to be here...
Including -- much to my shock after keynoting this event twelve years ago -- the presenters themselves. I was stunned to learn that faculty are still expected to pay a registration fee and pay for a hotel room. At no other long-established headline event in the country is the faculty subjected to that kind of treatment.
I need to believe that somebody has given serious thought to how those policies skew who is -- and who is not -- willing to work as faculty here, at what presents itself as a headline event.
Or, for that matter, I guess it’s up to me to ask: Why isn’t this entire conference done as a group of webinars, cached video files, and online real-time seminars and discussion groups that can be made easily available to anyone, in all cities, and of course, at no charge whatsoever?
Embracing virtual event models will be far superior to doing this event the same way it’s been done for the last 15 years, if for no other reason than that we’ll be losing our next generations.
Look around you: we already are.
35% of the US population is under twenty-five years old. Our president is committed to extend high-speed internet service to cover 98% of our nation.
People, today online social networking is rapidly becoming the infrastructure of “community.”
If we can have FetLife and Recon, then I’m very sure that deploying virtual event models for our educational gatherings is possible, is necessary, and ultimately is inevitable. With the talent that’s in this community, I’m sure that this evolution just ain’t rocket science.
Because if clinging to such an outdated event model is a representative example of modern “leather leadership,” then only some truly revolutionary changes in our vision of how we do things can save us from ourselves.
Our leadership has for too long been limited to thinking tactically, but unless we begin to think strategically (and if you don’t know the difference, look the words up), then leather life as we’ve known it will continue to vanish slowly, much like traditional native American tribal culture has done.
For the life of me, why is a 65 year old man having to tell you this?
And from another point of view -- one that matters to me -- taking this event online can make producers far more accountable than they are now.
Last month, I suddenly realized that the LLC national board isn’t really accountable to its claimed constituency, yet has reserved for itself the prerogative to micromanage the experienced local people here as if we don’t have a clue how to produce a successful event. Local leather leadership has had such an unpleasant experience interfacing with the national board that I’d bet serious money it will be a cold day in hell when L.A. wants this event here again. Ever.
Nashville, Seattle, gird your loins.
Cats, it turns out, really don’t take well to being herded. Who didn’t know that?
Before I move on, I’d like all the L.A. people who’ve helped out, or tried to --even if you quit months ago in frustration -- to stand up and be acknowledged now for your efforts.
[Local organizing committee members stand and are applauded.]
Moving on.
And going back to my earlier comment: “at no charge to attendees.”
Okay, let me just go ahead and talk about money for a minute, but with a nod to Mike Gerle, one of my IML colleagues, for opening this really important door in his “Carpetbaggers” essay on Leatherati.
So: what for, money?
Money to pay for strategic decisions and operations.
Specifically, for starters, money to fund that research I’m sure we need. Money to put this event up into virtual space. Money to hire civil-rights attorneys when our people run unfairly afoul of the law. Money to develop modern teaching tools to educate district attorneys and law enforcement, and first-responders. Money to treat our own event faculty like first-class volunteers. Money to maintain a classy website. And the list goes on.
Sadly, I don’t have time right now to give you a detailed history of fundraising in the leather world, so instead, I’ll just ask you to trust me when I tell you that, dating all the way back to the 1970‘s, the leather community has been a fundraising powerhouse.
The AIDS nightmare really kicked that into high gear beginning in about 1984, and soon, thanks to IML’s Patrick Toner and Mike Pereyra, the leather titleholder system made HIV-related fundraising a routine part of every leather event from coast to coast till about 15 years ago.
(And by the way, there’s nothing that sucks the erotic heat out of any gathering more than a fundraiser, but that’s another conversation.)
At last to my point here. Since about 1996, we’ve continued to raise ten tons of money for countless worthy charity causes: Meals On Wheels, free clinics, HIV prevention programs, starving artists, victims of natural disasters, breast cancer, wounded veterans, children’s hospitals, the list goes on.
So, what, our community isn’t also a worthy cause?
There are other constituencies raising money for all those causes I just mentioned. But do any of those constituencies ever send any of the money they raise in our direction? When is it our turn to be a worthy cause?
No, I’ve sure as hell never seen any bucks flowing our way from the gay bowling league, or the Roseville Monthly Munch, from anybody’s garden party. Why not?
Well, I have two theories about that.
One is that we like to keep up the appearance that we’re self-sufficient, that we don’t need any money for ourselves. So we don’t keep what we collect and instead behave like the rich uncles we quite obviously are not.
But my favorite theory is that we’ve spent the last twenty years doing above-and-beyond-the-call fundraising because, at some deep level, we can’t shake the need to show the world what good citizens we perverts really are. To demonstrate with our endless generosity that even though we’re into twisted sex, we still share some important core values with the rest of the world. In short, I suspect we’re trying to buy off some shame we have about who and what we are, and how we are different.
If someone asked me to name the single most spirit-killing thing in our world today, I’d say it was kink shame: “kinkophobia.” I think it may be what has kept this event from maturing into the grown-up event that we need it to be and wish to hell it was.
I promise you that when we stop treating ourselves like third-class citizens and start taking ourselves and our needs seriously, there will be plenty of money to implement the strategic policies and tools which our people need for a better, more satisfying future.
But to help them get there, we need inspired leaders with fearless imaginations who have mastered their own shame and always refuse any suggestion that we should try to buy a place at the table of humanity with our generosity -- or tolerate anything that is merely “average” in ourselves or in our leadership.
The brave may not live long, but the ashamed do not live at all.
No doubt for some of you, I’ve gone on for way too long already, so let me close by leaving you with this single thought about leadership itself:
We have far too often chosen to do the easy things.
Mediocre leadership hides from bad news, deflects tough questions and ignores confusing situations, whereas great leadership eagerly reaches out to embrace those things, and greets them as exciting, interesting and meaningful ways to spend one’s day.
If you can’t or won’t do that, then move out of the way for those who can, and want to. But if no one comes forward when you’ve withdrawn, then be open to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, the time for your organization has come -- and gone.
Thank you for your time and attention.
And welcome to the city, not of “Lost Angels,” for we know who we are: welcome instead to the city of fallen angels.
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