“Leather could be termed the art or culture of the
forbidden.” – Geoff Mains
Recently my Owner told me that she’s encountered many
Leather people who look down on other fetishists as being superficial or
not-real-deal or not having the honor & integrity that leather folk have. Now, I’m happy to report I’ve not really
encountered this attitude all that much myself – which is good, b/c I find this
attitude pretty dopy.
What does it mean to be “leather?” I’ve stated before that from my perspective
“leather” is mostly synonymous w/ “urban aboriginals,” “modern tribal,” “sexual
outlaws,” and “modern primitive.” Urban Aboriginals is of course the title
of Geoff Mains’ fantastic 1984 book that gives an invaluable first-hand look at
the gay leathersex scene of the late 70s and early 80s. “Aboriginal” refers to the way “so-called
primitive societies have beneficially used many of the same human capacities
presently disowned by Western culture”: dominance, extreme sensation and
emotion, taboos (like scat, blood, and urine)…
Mains, an anthropologist and participant-observer, found something
inherently tribal and “Pagan” in the leather scene. “Sexual outlaws” was the phrase Boymeat used
in his South Plains speech on the future of leather. I think he was probably about 100% right when
he said that what “leather” was always about was mavericks looking to get their
rocks off. Pure, simple… and raw.
I’m no expert, but here’s the history of leather as I
understand it: It started in the late
40s and early 50s when masculine gay WWII vets formed the first biker gangs. They wore leather b/c they rode motorcycles. (And had they come about 60 years later they
would have been riding crotch-rockets and wearing modern, Kevlar plated riding
gear.) Now, being masculine gay men, I’m
sure they also fetishized their gear (just as many modern gay men fetishize
sportbike gear, or sports kit, or uniforms, or rubber…), but it started out w/
a practical function. It had another function
and that was to mark what gang you were affiliated with… and only fully pledged
members got to wear the leathers and patches (same is true in many modern outlaw-biker
gangs). Today I think too much is made of the myth of “earned leather.” I’ve read (from those who were there) that in
many of the old biker clubs you, for example, earned your boots by taking a
beating, and earned your vest by getting fisted. It had nothing to do w/ your knowledge or
wisdom or integrity or honor… that’s (it seems to me) a modern mythology. Back then, it was about: Can you take a Crisco-coated
fist shoved up your ass?
This brings to mind one of things that struck me in Geoff
Mains’ book: that most of the gay leathermen he described were switches. Not a lot of rigidly defined M/s roles. There didn’t seem to be a lot of pure Tops or
bottoms (Is this a convention of the internet age?) and even most of the pure
Tops still enjoyed a bottom who played rough and fought back. This reminds me of something Steven Hagen
once said, that an old-school gay leather scene looks more like a bar
fight. That’s something else leather
means to me – it advertised toughness.
It says: I can take a beating… and/or I can give a beating. You just put on some combat boots and a biker
jacket and you feel like you can kick some ass, right? Leather is outlaw, maverick, and it’s badass.
So if that’s the raw truth about earned leather, what’s the
truth about leather titles? My
understanding is that these things started as the way Drummer magazine selected its centerfold models. Seriously – it was literally a gay leather
beauty pageant, meant only to provide some eye candy and entertainment.
Anyway… as I understand it, in the 70s leather became more
of a fetish/fashion statement and the genuine gay biker clubs gave way to
nightclubs filled w/ guys dressed as bikers… and policemen, and sailors, and
construction workers, and cowboys. Leather biker gear was a fetish – one
among many. And by this time, I think few people “earned”
their gear; they just bought it to wear when they went out cruising. I doubt it had much to do w/ honor or
integrity or community service. I’m not
saying that the men who wore leather didn’t have those traits – some did… and some didn’t – but the point wasn’t
so somebody would see a man dressed in leather and say, “Oh, there’s a man
who’s trustworthy, honest, reliable…”
No, rather I get the impression that it was mostly so guys would see him
and say, “Damn that is hot!” (And we’re
back to Boymeat’s statement: Why leather? So we can get our rocks off.)
Geoff Mains dies from AIDS.
So did too many others. This is
my theory: I suspect that this whole
mythology of Old Guard Leather, earned leather, “walking a leather path” is
largely a collective response to the collective trauma of the AIDS
epidemic. I suspect that if you got in
your time machine and went back to 1979 and said to a bunch of gay leather men,
“I’m walking a leather path,” they would have no idea what the fuck that was
supposed to mean. Just my guess…
I think maybe another factor driving the leather mythology
is the proliferation of these “leather title” contests. I won’t repeat my whole title contest rant,
but I have a real problem w/ something that’s set-up and executed as a form of
entertainment – a floor show – but then somehow the winners get elevated to the
status of community leaders. If it’s done for entertainment and that’s all
anybody takes it for, then cool. I have
no problem w/ that. But if you are then
going to treat the winners like they are now community leaders b/c they had
good stage presence and put on a nice show…
Sorry, but I just don’t think these title contests are doing our community
a whole lot of good. Certainly it didn’t
do any great favors to the puppy community to have part of our leadership –
such as it is – spend last year bickering on Pupzone about which one is the “real” Mr. International Puppy title.
Seriously!? There’s a reason why
Frolicon is my favorite con: the only contest there is Most Spankable Ass! – a
fun floor show, some eye candy and entertainment, and nobody has delusions that it’s anything more than that. That’s what I’d like to see the International
Puppy contest be. (Both of them.)
The funny thing about the leather mythology is that it seems
more common in the het community than the gay community… and I’m not seeing it as
much in the TNG crowed in either place (which again kind of makes me think that
it has something to do w/ a collective reaction to the AIDS epidemic among
younger Baby Boomers and older Gen-X). The
attitude (which my Owner was reporting to me) that leather fetishists are
somehow “better” or more “real deal” than those who fetishize sports kit or
corsets or lumberjacks is clearly pretty ridiculous once you scratch the
surface of it. I don’t like Christians
who think non-Christians aren’t as good as they are. I don’t like Pagans who think non-Pagans
aren’t as good as they are. I don’t like
Conservatives who think Liberals aren’t as good as they are (or
visa-versa). And I don’t like leather
fetishists who think other fetishists aren’t as good as they are.
There are many kinksters who wear leather who are really
awesome people – and there are just as many who are (to borrow Master Rorie’s
phrase) assholes in black vests. There
are many leather titleholders who also happen
to be community leaders – and there are many more who aren’t. If dressing like a biker gets you hard –
cool. If wrestling singlets get you hard
– cool. If rubber gets you hard – cool. If fur-suits get you hard – cool. We’re all
sexual outlaws and urban aboriginals, and what somebody fetishizes certainly has
nothing to do w/ their honor or integrity or “realness.” I think we actually make less of leather when
we try to make more of it by inventing this fictionalized Golden Age of Leather
in our collective past and “traditions” that (it seems to me) mostly just date
back only like 20 years; we make less of it when we exclude our fellow
kinksters and sexual mavericks when they don’t follow our “traditions.”
Why do I wear leather?
One: I ride a motorcycle. Two: it
gets my dick hard. Three: my vest shows
my affiliation w/ Sir Loki’s pack. But I guess
I’m just Old Guard like that.
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