Leather?
For those of us who have normal, human brains and lack discernible signs of mental illness, leather is the hide of a dead cow, tanned and then put into pleasing shapes to drape on or strike the human body. That is what it is for normal people.
Then there are abnormal people who think that for some peculiar reason the word means a way of living.
So let us look at these bizarre people and explain why they are so much fun to make fun of.
As all civilized people do, I make a lot of fun of them and their stupid hats. Who could not? They really do look stupid. But aside from their bizarre form of cosplay, they have some very odd ideas that are equally deserving of continuous ridicule. So let us look at them.
Tradition. Tradition, as we decent folk know, is mold on the bathroom wall and only fit to be scraped off the wall and flushed down the toilet. But the dead cow brigade does not see it that way. For them, it really does matter what some pack of losers did in some seedy bar in the 1950s. It determines their attitudes, how they relate to each other and how, get this, they expect us to relate to them. Now, I ask of you, of your wisdom and your conscience, why the hell would anyone actually care who fisted whom in 1952? Yet these idiots not only take it seriously, they even have an old building full of gay crap in Chicago that they call a museum. Personally, I prefer the Nut Museum myself, at least it is honest about being about nuts. And their sources are bizarre in the extreme, ranging from legends about some drunks who were unfamiliar with bathing, to bad, gay jerk-off literature featuring a chicken-hawk named Benson who obviously flunked out of a Catholic seminary but kept his taste for little boys.
It gets better.
Honor. Now, as everyone knows, when someone uses the word honor you hold onto your partner tight and your wallet tighter because he is after one or the other or both. Honor is a manifestation of stupidity at best and murder at worst and those who advocate it are not merely to be distrusted, they are rightfully despised. Honor is an excuse for theft and a justification for killing people, which brings to mind imbecility Southerners fighting duels and lunatic foreigners killing their daughters. It is a word that our vocabulary would be better off without.
And we would all live happier lives without the people who use the word.
Integrity. Whoa there! These are people who live around cheap bars, spend their time worrying about who is wearing the stupid hat and figuring out ways to con hets out money. They would not know integrity if it sodomized either them or the motorcycles they have never quite figured out how to ride without training wheels.
And now for the big one.
Respect. We all know the kind of people who worry about respect--street gang members and mafiosi. Of course leatherfolk would have to move up the social ladder to be admitted to a street gang and no self-respecting mafiosi would let a leather bootblack near his pointy shoes. Saliva is bad for the laces. If there is one thing they do not deserve, and have never deserved, it is respect.
The truth is simple. Leather is the trailer park of the BDSM world. Its values are the values of the underclass, of criminals and drug dealers. And, like the trailer trash of the real world, they think that those of us who know better should somehow not only respect them and their slum values, but adopt them for ourselves! They actually think that we are impressed by a leather vest covered with pins or, worse, a sash won in a parody of a beauty contest. Can there be greater evidence of foolishness?
Het bdsm is so far above Leather in every conceivable way that not only is there no reason why we would take it seriously, much less adopt any of its silliness, but those who ascribe to it should be grateful that we deign to allow them any place in our lives or events at all. They have nothing to offer at the best of times and they are a positive embarrassment at others. We do not seek to learn from them for a simple reason. They have nothing of value to teach.
They never have had anything of value--to anyone.
For those of us who have normal, human brains and lack discernible signs of mental illness, leather is the hide of a dead cow, tanned and then put into pleasing shapes to drape on or strike the human body. That is what it is for normal people.
Then there are abnormal people who think that for some peculiar reason the word means a way of living.
So let us look at these bizarre people and explain why they are so much fun to make fun of.
As all civilized people do, I make a lot of fun of them and their stupid hats. Who could not? They really do look stupid. But aside from their bizarre form of cosplay, they have some very odd ideas that are equally deserving of continuous ridicule. So let us look at them.
Tradition. Tradition, as we decent folk know, is mold on the bathroom wall and only fit to be scraped off the wall and flushed down the toilet. But the dead cow brigade does not see it that way. For them, it really does matter what some pack of losers did in some seedy bar in the 1950s. It determines their attitudes, how they relate to each other and how, get this, they expect us to relate to them. Now, I ask of you, of your wisdom and your conscience, why the hell would anyone actually care who fisted whom in 1952? Yet these idiots not only take it seriously, they even have an old building full of gay crap in Chicago that they call a museum. Personally, I prefer the Nut Museum myself, at least it is honest about being about nuts. And their sources are bizarre in the extreme, ranging from legends about some drunks who were unfamiliar with bathing, to bad, gay jerk-off literature featuring a chicken-hawk named Benson who obviously flunked out of a Catholic seminary but kept his taste for little boys.
It gets better.
Honor. Now, as everyone knows, when someone uses the word honor you hold onto your partner tight and your wallet tighter because he is after one or the other or both. Honor is a manifestation of stupidity at best and murder at worst and those who advocate it are not merely to be distrusted, they are rightfully despised. Honor is an excuse for theft and a justification for killing people, which brings to mind imbecility Southerners fighting duels and lunatic foreigners killing their daughters. It is a word that our vocabulary would be better off without.
And we would all live happier lives without the people who use the word.
Integrity. Whoa there! These are people who live around cheap bars, spend their time worrying about who is wearing the stupid hat and figuring out ways to con hets out money. They would not know integrity if it sodomized either them or the motorcycles they have never quite figured out how to ride without training wheels.
And now for the big one.
Respect. We all know the kind of people who worry about respect--street gang members and mafiosi. Of course leatherfolk would have to move up the social ladder to be admitted to a street gang and no self-respecting mafiosi would let a leather bootblack near his pointy shoes. Saliva is bad for the laces. If there is one thing they do not deserve, and have never deserved, it is respect.
The truth is simple. Leather is the trailer park of the BDSM world. Its values are the values of the underclass, of criminals and drug dealers. And, like the trailer trash of the real world, they think that those of us who know better should somehow not only respect them and their slum values, but adopt them for ourselves! They actually think that we are impressed by a leather vest covered with pins or, worse, a sash won in a parody of a beauty contest. Can there be greater evidence of foolishness?
Het bdsm is so far above Leather in every conceivable way that not only is there no reason why we would take it seriously, much less adopt any of its silliness, but those who ascribe to it should be grateful that we deign to allow them any place in our lives or events at all. They have nothing to offer at the best of times and they are a positive embarrassment at others. We do not seek to learn from them for a simple reason. They have nothing of value to teach.
They never have had anything of value--to anyone.