First Coast Leather Society

This past weekend I went to St Petersburg to attend by invitation the 5th anniversary of the First Coast Leather Society. To say I had a GREAT time would be an understatement. I met some great men, boys and dogboys I had not met before and I reconnected with a man I dated over 20 years ago in Queens NY who now resides  in St Pete.

The reason for this post is twofold. I had the pleasure of meeting a guy named Kris. What moved me was that when I looked at this man I saw my youth. He had gray hair and a big stache. It was a throw back to the leathermen of the 1970’s in his look, demeanor and mannerisms. The men I grew up with IN leather. I noticed he wore his armband on the right meaning he was a submissive and for his age his bare ass looked great in his chaps.  In hearing his story though I realized he was straight and hes married.I spent a lot of time with him because he so much reminded me of the men I knew way back  in the day.

He has had great difficulty within the leather community. Why? Because NO gay male leather group would accept him BECAUSE hes straight. Translated that means, well you are a straight guy so we cant get to have sex with you and if we cant fuck around with you, then you are of no use to us. Was I surprised, with the way the community is now, God no not at all..

This brings me to my second reason. The First Coast accepted him into their membership without hesitation so he is a member of their group because its all about brotherhood not who gets off with who. The meaning of leather has been diluted and perverted far more than anything I could do sexually to a boy. I was so impressed with this that I filled out an application, paid my membership on the spot and I am now affiliated to their group and proud to be a part of them.

THIS is what I learned leather was all about. THIS is the leather community I want to be a part of. THIS is the community that was inclusive of those who wanted to live that chosen lifestyle; not based on the size of your biceps or dick or if you would fuck with them. THIS was the comradery I am accustomed to. THIS was one of the best Leather events I have ever been to in recent times.

In addition I got to see some of the guys from the Tampa Bay Leather Tribe having lunch with several and catching up on things. My next event will be in Augusta Georgia for the Trident Knights Leather run. I am an Associate member of that group for 3 years now and they are also another amazing group of leather men and women. Many of them were in St Pete supporting their SECC (South East Conference of Clubs) brother club. I was the ONLY one from the South Florida area to attend this past weekend. Surprised? Again no.

I am not allowed to talk, to teach or to speak down here. Why? Unless I play ball with those in charge I am not allowed to play. Why? Because they spout out what THEY feel leather is. They talk about the Old Guard when NONE of them who teach it were there. I WAS. I LIVED IT. Do you know the reasons I get as to why I am not part of this? I don’t go to the bars and I don’t wear leather out.  How can he be a leather man when he doesn’t even wear leather out?  I was told this by a dogboy. Hows THAT shit for you? If I don’t wear leather OUT  and I don’t go to bars and hang out WITH THEM, then I am not worthy of teaching and I am not even a leather man. This is the bullshit I am faced with down here. HOWEVER, I DO get to speak I AM accepted by these other groups who look TO me rather than look down AT me. I am actually considered the Patriarch in these leather groups because of my YEARS of experience in the community and I have NO title NO sash NO medallion. When someone is introduced they are directed to come to me first even before the President of these groups OUT OF RESPECT for who I am and my time and energy I have given,  yet down here because I don’t go to the PSEUDO leather bar and wear leather out, I am not even bothered with. I was even told by a leather person that because of something that was PERCEIVED that I did (when I didn’t) that if it wasn’t me I would have been splattered all over Wilton Drive..and this came from a BOY and he told me this in my own house and DISRESPECTED me in my own home by yelling at me.

I am thankful for these groups who accept me and REALIZE that who I am is a dying breed since most of the others have already died either of AIDS, drugs, illnesses or old age. It may be true that the way it was IS the way it was. HOWEVER, the way it IS, ISN’T WORKING. So rather than flounder around not knowing what the fuck you’re doing you search back to a time when IT DID..when families flourished and honor and integrity took precedence over infecting each other, being politically correct and who is fucking who and who won which sash.

30th Birthday whacks (spanking/paddling)

Monday was the Leather wolf dogs 30th birthday. Its been a long standing tradition that the boy, bottom, submissive or whatever other connotation you have,  receive their birthday whacks, spanking, paddling.

I took out a HUGE, THICK oak paddle made specifically for me by Dakota and Kim when I was one of the officiates at their wedding last year in Augusta Georgia for the Trident Knights Annual Leather run. He took one look at it and got a tad nervous thinking about what I was going to do to his rump with that behemoth paddle. I pushed him face down on the corner of the bed to have access to his butt and began counting up from the number 1.  I showed him from MY personal experience how birthday whacks were given. The HUGE misinformation is that you are to leave the submissive almost crippled from beating his ass; or getting it so red that blood would be just under the skin, or in some case, coming out of the skin and dripping down his cheeks.

This paddling is a gift NOT a punishment. The point is that its his birthday. Hes done nothing wrong so unless hes a real pain pig and WELCOMES that AS his gift, the art of giving him his birthday whacks is intended to be pleasurable. The first 5 or 6 are easy with the whacks coming gentle on each cheek and the paddle turned on its side caressing his spine, between his legs, and the crack of his cheeks. The next several gets harder so as to sting, that he jumps a bit without having the need to scream bloody murder. Again the paddle is rubbed on his cheeks as you talk to him and is again turned on its side and massaged down the center of his spine. Next is alternating on each cheek alone, several on both at the same time and the last two being the hardest to signify that life can be tough and he needs to be tough and the one to grow on, in this case number 31 was the most intense whack of them all; signifying that he needs to be strong and ready for the coming year.

Spike got up with a HUGE smile on his face. He dropped to his knees and thanked me and for the rest of the morning he felt the warmth of his gift on his butt and the tingle when he sat down without the intense pain one can have when its NOT done properly.

When doing this you MUST stay AWAY from the backside of his genital sack between the cheeks for that can do tremendous damage if struck hard. You also take into account how muscled, fleshy or thin the cheeks are.  If bone underneath the cheeks is whacked hard enough you can fracture it. What I always tell anyone when doing ANY kind of play; when in doubt, DO NOTHING. Don’t pretend to know something when you don’t. You’ll look a hell of lot worse  if you hurt someone and word gets out that you’re an idiot who plays around doing things you have no business doing and trust me, word WILL get out and you WILL look like an A-Hole.

Wolf Dog, Happy Birthday. Thank you for all the adventures we have had and thank you for those I have yet to experience with you. WOOF WOOF!!