Last night I came to an EPIC discovery. I RARELY use that word (sorry Evan boy) but in this instance its appropriate. I have for YEARS tried to figure out whats going on with the leather community. Why things seem to be moving south. Why money and leather has become synonymous with business. Well Thanks to boy Jim James, it came to me last night while on a Face-time chat with him that went on for hours.
I inadvertently discovered that its not the community; its the men in it who are breaking the links of the chain that bond us together.
These links are being broken by greed, by unscrupulous producers and judges; TOO MANY CONTESTS that continue to expand when WE DON’T NEED ANY MORE! I have never heard ANYONE talk about a dollar figure if ALL these contest budget books were opened and there are A LOT! I would bet my low hanging ballsack that it would be in the MILLIONS of dollars and that doesn’t include the money that vendors have to pay to rent space AND the money THEY take in from sales. All I CAN say is at the end of the weekend most of them are sitting there with BIG smiles on their faces.
An old saying often pops into my head when I think about this. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Now DON’T misread this. I am NOT picking out ANY SPECIFIC person or title.. I am talking about the SUM TOTAL of EVERYTHING; 12 months worth of tons of contests. WHY Cant the Leather community get together without a freaking contest? WHY WHY WHY??? You can have a run like a biker/leather run. What in Gods name HAPPENED to those??? I don’t feel for a second that these guys who put on sashes represent me at all. Yes of course there are a few who embody the BEST of their positions but for the majority, NO! I am sick to death of seeing hundreds and sometimes thousands of photos of so and so traveling around grabbing every ass and dick he can. BIG FREAKING DEAL!! I don’t need a sash to do that. So you pick up a boy in every city and collect them? What does that mean? NOT A DAMN THING! So you push yourself into EVERY friggin photo op. That means? NOTHING! IF you’re working for the community just to get your ass in every photo then its meaningless. SERVICE IS ITS OWN REWARD, NOT NOTORIETY!! The only reason you’re being worshiped is because you are bringing money to the contest, the vendors and the producer. They couldn’t give a rats ass how much you made for A&B charity. You are bringing THEM money…I have ACTUALLY heard this on more than one occasion, and I quote, “hey who cares where the funds go but hes a big ticket seller for us. Look at how many people hes brought in..CHA-CHING!!!” I wonder what those gay soldiers in leather would be saying now? After WW2 I don’t think it was about this. Try reading some history and you’ll find out it has NOTHING to do with any of the crap I mentioned above.
I am not going to even approach the subject of producers who have mismanaged, misappropriated or promised travel funds then didn’t come through with it….in other words stole the money…we like to use fancy words because it makes it more palatable for people rather than face the fact that money was TAKEN, PERIOD.
I wonder what those leather biker soldiers would say? I can tell you that their asses would have been taken out behind the bar and they would have gotten the shit kicked out of them.. NOW we get, Oh they came clean..forgiveness is golden.. WTF. The money is GONE..TAKEN..yes yes … KUMBAYA! This is what we are now. I can picture those tough marlboro men pissing on each others bikes singing Kumbaya and wondering who the next MR, so and so Leather was going to be…OH YES…The THICK STRONG chain links are indeed BROKEN!!!