Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Bohemians - (Continued)

The furniture store seemed a mere distraction as Kurt went through the motions of his day.  He could not stop thinking about what kind of "reward" the kid he watched at the bar last night was going to be given by the Bohemians.  He suspected that Max would not be the only guy doing the rewarding either.

His day seemed to drag on and on, and though his customers didn't seem to notice, he struggled with an on and off again erection through the day as the scene from last night played over in his mind.  He was fascinated how Max had taken control of the kid and how his severity seemed tempered with a good dose of common sense and care.  Max didn't want to hurt the boy. He wanted to use him for their mutual pleasure.

That was a skill Kurt wanted to hone.  He had dabbled with rough sex, both as a bottom and a Top, but the Top role was what gave him the most pleasure.  He liked being the motivator in a scene, the guy in charge, something far removed from his daily routine.  Here at the store, he worked for his customers, and though he gently nudged them toward the items that would bring him the most commission, he was still serving their best interests.

He daydreamed about being someone like Max, a full-fledged leatherman Top, a guy who could attract hot men like flies to sugar.  On his break he practiced his severe look in the mirror of the bathroom.  Imagining a cigar in his teeth, he looked at every angle of his face and worked to bring out the most sinister expression.  Still, it didn't work.  He just looked like a junior serial killer.  Eyes full of anger and his jaw set in a clenched pose.  That's when he realized he looks silly, and he started to chuckle.

And, that was when he saw it!  A leatherman, dressed in a white shirt and tie, but still the impression of one.  It was the smile that made it work.  Max took joy in what he was and what he did.  It wasn't all intimidation and cold calculated aggression.  The thing that made Max so attractive to bottoms was not just his physique, which was impressive, but his attitude. Confident, assertive and yet tempered with good natured humor. That was the key, and from that time forward, Kurt would remember not to take himself too seriously.

That night when he got back to his apartment, Kurt was so filled with pent up sexual frustration that he stripped off his clothes and grabbed an old issue of Drummer Magazine.  The pages worn from being thumbed through hundreds of times, he looked at some of the illustrations and grabbed his swollen cock.

The over exaggerated features of the men in the drawings emphasized their bubble butts and immense genitalia.  As he stroked himself he looked closely at the faces the artist had drawn.  All had an expression of not just sexual excitement, but smiles.  They were enjoying themselves even if it was forcing their partners to do things that might not seem pleasurable.  The guy with the round ass, getting fucked by the impossibly muscular cop was sweating, and grinning.  The cop chewed a cigar and smirked as he slapped the boy's ass leaving an illustrated hand print.

Kurt fell back on his bed and closed his eyes.  Suddenly he was that cop.  Dressed in leather, with a huge cock, he was splitting the ass of a bubble-butted blond boy. And he was laughing.  He slapped the boy's ass over and over as he fucked him.  Then pulling the boys hair, he pulled his huge cock from his ass with a pop and spun him around.  Pointing his pulsing dick at the boy's face he barked an order.
"Open your hole!"

The boy in his imagination responded dutifully and eagerly opened his mouth awaiting the reward.

Kurt held his throbbing cock pointed right at the blonde's face as he felt his orgasm building from deep inside him.  It rushed through his body, contracting his balls, pulsing his prostate, throbbing in his hand and exploding from his cock showering the blond man kneeling before him with hot sticky cum.

It seemed to last forever, and yet it was only a few seconds.  Finally he opened his eyes, expecting to see a handsome face, drenched in cum looking up at him.  Instead he saw the ceiling fan turning slowly over his bed.

He caught his breath as his cock deflated, but the vivid image was imprinted on his mind.  He would become that leatherman.  He knew what he wanted and it went beyond a jerk off fantasy.  He would someday wear that club patch on his back, and he and Max and his club brothers would share the kinds of scenarios that would become the stuff of other men's fantasies.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Chapter 1 - The Bohemians

(At the encouragement of a few folks on Facebook I have decided to start trying my hand at fiction. This is going to be a serial, and I am not sure where it will go, but something in me needs the creative outlet.  If you enjoy it, let me know.  If you hate it, let me know that as well.  All the events and characters in this work are fictional....maybe.)

The Bohemians

It's amazing what a guy will do for a back patch on his leather vest.

It's not just a patch, it announces to everyone in the community that you have arrived, you are part of it, you are a player.  At least that is what having the club insignia for the Bohemians meant to Kurt.  It would be his ticket to not just the leather scene, but a way to get the respect he had always sought but never seemed to be able to command.  The question was would he be able to cut it?

It's not like Kurt just woke up one day and said to himself, "I think I'll join the most notorious and secretive gay leather club in the country'.  It was something that was gradual and it had been building ever since he was a teenager.  He had gotten hold of a stash of old Honcho and Drummer magazines and the fiction and pictorials fired his fantasies from that time forward.  Something about the masculine men and the rough sex just struck a chord that resonated all the way from his crotch to his brain. 

He had run across the Bohemians at a leather bar one night. They were having some kind of fund raising event and out on the club's deck the members stood around smoking cigars and carousing.  They seemed like an unintimidating group until one of them grabbed a young guy and slammed him against the deck fence.

"You gonna just watch us all night or do you want to get 'involved'?"

The slim blond mumbled something from the fence, his face pressed against it. 

"I didn't hear that, boy."

"Yes sir, I want to get involved."

The other club members laughed and gathered around as the young man was pulled away from the fence.

The man who was holding him wore a badge that said his name was Max.  He spoke into the boys ear in a sinister whisper, "well, here is what being involved means, boy".  With that he turned the young blond to face him directly.

"You will address me and any other club brother as 'sir' unless otherwise instructed."

The boy nodded, "yes, Sir."

"You will take every bit of whatever I dish out, unless you think it will do permanent harm to you or you think it is unsafe.  At which time you will let me know by asking permission to speak."

"I understand Sir."

"You will treat my brothers the same as me, but know I will not only be in control of you, I will be your protector.  Understand?"

The boy nodded.  "Yes, Sir"

With that, Max turned the boy back around and slammed him against the fence again.  He grabbed the waistband of the boy's jeans and jerked them down exposing his nicely rounded ass. 

"Aw damn, fellas!  Look at that cute butt!"

The crowd moved closer, blocking Kurt's view.  He heard them cheering and generally encouraging whatever was going on between Max and the boy.  That's when he heard the sound of a leather belt slapping skin.


It was follow by a muffled whimper and then another slap.

Kurt hesitated to move too close for fear of being drawn into the scene, but he couldn't turn away and listened as time after time the belt struck the skin of the boy's ass.  It seemed to go on for a long time, but with each slap he felt his own cock getting harder and harder in his jeans.  This was a fantasy right out of Drummer, except that it was happening live and just a few feet away.

Finally the sounds ceased and the Bohemians erupted into applause.  They moved back a bit and Kurt saw the boys ass, stripped with bright red whelps, just before he dropped to his knees in front of Max.
He buried his face in Max's crotch and energetically licked his bulge through the faded Levi's. 

Max looked down and pulled the boy's face away from his pants.  "Now that is what I call involvement!"

The boy smiled up at him. 

"Save some of that for later," Max chuckled, "you will get your reward back at the clubhouse."

Kurt finished his beer and moved back into the crowded bar.  His cock straining at his jeans and his imagination fueled with images of what was in store once Max and the boy were in the privacy of the clubhouse. 

This was what he wanted: the energy, the passion and the hot, raw masculinity on display.  Wrap it in leather and it was the whole package.  From that night he  knew he wanted to be one of those men.

( be continued.)

Flashback to Inquisition

As a lot of you know, I was once part owner of what was called the "best playspace in the US".  That was back in the pate 1990's but the memories from that time are still vivid.

One reason Inquisition was so good as a playspace was that we took great care in supplying what would make for a great playspace from a BDSM players point of view.   The social area was minimal both from a conservation of space standpoint and from the mood we wanted to set.  Inquisition was about play and we wanted it to embody "leatherspace" that elusive quality that would immediately overwhelm your senses and put you into the mood for serious play.

If you were seeking a dungeon space with lots of pillows. couches and seating for observation, you were in the wrong spot.  There were a supply of folding chairs if needed but the crosses, horses tables and racks were the main attraction.  Each had a side table for equipment, each had a dedicated spotlight so you could clearly see what you were doing.  That meant no colored lights on play areas.  A pink light or red bulb makes it very difficult to judge the effects your work is having ion the skin of your play partner!

We even striped off play areas with caution tape on the floor, clearly marking where it was safe to observe and walk without getting caught in a backswing of a flogger or whip.  It was a special space indeed.

Music was provided from a sound system that had a small DJ booth right in the middle of the area.  We usually programmed CDs for the evening, but occasionally had a live DJ for special events.  A DJ who knew what BDSM was about and that made all the difference.  Good music can flow with a party and enhance the scenes or it can be intrusive and annoying. Ours was never annoying!

All our DM's had radio headsets so they could communicate with each other and it kept tings flowing smoothly even during parties with over 300 people.

I sincerely miss Inquisition.  I miss the feeling of leatherspace and the kind of play that happened there.

We had parties that catered to different tastes, mostly pansexual, some women's nights some men only and once in a while a "queer party", those were the best.  When you hit a critical mass of gay men and lesbians who were all intent on having a good time and were sufficiently uninhibited things got wild, in a good way.

We even had the occasional "dick party".  You had to have one to enter, not necessarily attached to you!  The stories form those nights are legend.

The main point of this rant is this, a good dungeon in my opinion should be set up for people who really play, not gawkers or posers.  Create that and they will come...and you can take that however you want!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Back to the Dungeon

So since most of my political stuff is on Facebook, I am going to revert this blog back to its original purpose, to blog about BDSM, sex and maybe even some fiction.

So to those who came here to read about politics, sorry, but remember radical sexuality is a political act in itself.  And if you came here expecting something of a more adult variety? Welcome to my dungeon.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Fred's Dead - Let the Hate Die With Him

The new media is awash with news of  Fred “God Hates Fags” Phelps' death.  The trending comments in social media pretty much run from vengeance to schadenfreude, but most miss the most interesting details of the events.  It seems “Rev. Phelps” was no longer in charge of his “church”, Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka.  There has been an apparent power struggle for control of the 50+ member congregation and during it Fred, the founder was excommunicated!  Additionally, his outspoken daughter, Shirley Phelps-Roper was also ousted from power.   The news was broken by Nathan Phelps, one of the sons of Fred Phelps Sr. who left the church 37 years ago.

Seems Fred saw the rancor brewing in his flock and advocated a “kinder approach” to church dealings.  Well, a church based on the premise that “God Hates (insert name here)”, would not be very accepting of that message.  It wasn’t and thus Fred was OUT!

So considering the history of this hate-filled place, how am I reacting to the news of Phelps demise?  Well, that is a source of some conflict.

Having come face to face with these folks on at least 3 occasions, I can say that once I filter out their incendiary rhetoric I have always felt pity for them, and then felt I needed to go home and take a scalding hot shower.   It is hard to come face to face with hate.  It is even worse to come in contact with a willful ignorance so deep that these people have managed to actually see a completely different world than the one in which we exist.

I believe the Phelps kids have been raised in what is essentially an isolated compound, cut off from anyone but their kin and others who carry their beliefs.  They have so successfully insulated themselves that their world view is skewed in the extreme.  They see a world of “sinners” condemned to burn in hell and the Westboro Baptist Church members who are “saved”.  There are no shades of grey in their world, just black and white and most specifically those who condone homosexuality and those who condemn it.

The focus on homosexuality is where I have the most problem, obviously.  From a few Bible verses in Leviticus and one dusty letter from Paul in Romans, these people have created an entire epistemology that filters reality and creates a world of fear and hate.  More specifically, their view of God is far from the New Testament God of Jesus, and much closer to a psychopathic punishing entity whose only concern is dealing out death, destruction and suffering upon those He is displeased with.  That is a sad world to live in.

The cynical side of me has often wondered if the Phelps family can actually believe in their own hatred or is it just a ploy to get attention and more specifically to draw the ire of folks who act out against them.  They self-fund their church, and much of that income comes from law suits and settlements.  Many of the family are lawyers like Phelps himself.  Traveling to all those funerals and picket lines is not cheap.

Even if I assume their motives are “pure” it’s really hard for me to rejoice in the death of their father and founder.  To face death knowing your legacy is one of being arguably the most reviled man in the country has to carry some gravitas.  Worse still, Fred is now reviled by his family and former congregants and that has to be painful, even for someone who lived with constant burning hatred.

I guess much of the pity I feel is for a man who has steeped himself in hate so much that he hasn’t got much humanity left, and that is a tragedy.  Phelps was once a Civil Rights attorney who fought the Jim Crow laws, so there is obviously a human being buried inside all that bile.

The other reason I find Phelps a pitiable figure, is the reason for his virulent anti-gay stance.  His daughter, Lauren Drain in an interview with the Advocate Magazine comes very close to saying Fred had some kind of homosexual experience as a cadet at West Point that might have sparked his fire against gays.  Though she doesn’t specifically spell it out she notes that “…something made him change his mind about the military, and in turn have kind of a crusade against sexual immorality and homosexuals.”

All speculation, but it certainly would fall in line with other rabid anti-gay crusaders who later turned out to be suffering from internalized homophobia.  The most egregious case being George Rekers, former ex-gay therapy advocate and co-founder of the Family Research Council caught traveling with a “rent-boy” on a European vacation.

Whatever his reasons, Phelps must have been living in a state of constant agitation, and if he really believed that God was pouring his vengeance on the US, constant fear of being caught up in an apocalypse. Not a good place to live.

Worse still, for a man who claimed to preach the “word of God” it is sad that he apparently never listened to the words of Jesus.  There is not one quote about homosexuality by Jesus, but a whole lot of specific warnings for straight folks about infidelity and divorce.  Even more his ministry was about God’s grace and inclusion.

Not to get too preachy, but had Phelps spent more of his life concentrating on these messages and less on finding convoluted reasons to condemn people, he would undoubtedly be a happier man and perhaps the world would be a kinder place.

Sunday, March 09, 2014

The New Gay Panic - Anti Gay Bills Flood Country

As  LGBT America is in a panic over the flood of anti-gay bills that are bubbling through the state legislatures across the country, I urge you to be calm.

Calm?  Am I mental?

Nope but I have found that by approaching the issue with a little composure I have a better idea of what is really going on.

First all of these bills are so flawed it's a wonder they were ever brought to a vote.  The most recent one in Kansas was declared by the Senate President Susan Wage(R) as "too flawed to fix".  She urged waitihg until next year to revisit the issue. So what exactly is the issue?

Well, if you take these bills at their face value, they are a license to discriminate against anyone whose behavior or lifestyle is somehow at odds with your religious belief.  IN other words if you claim it's against your religion you can refuse service or housing or anything including fire protection,

medical care or whatever.  Funny but I am hard pressed to find a religion or sacred text that condones that kind of behavior, but that's not my problem.
The real issue in these bills is not one of religious "freedom" and contrary to what it seems I believe it is not to reinstate the "Jim Crow" laws of the 1950's.  This whole coordinated effort, (and it is coordinated  make no mistake), is designed  to change the framing of the issue of "equality" and bend using pretzel logic into one of "religious freedom".

Why would anyone do that?

Well just look at the latest polls.  American's are more and more comfortable with full equality for LGBT citizens including marriage and job discrimination.  That is a pretty good sign that the Right-Wing is losing the culture war.  In other words, the world is changing and the Right-Wing is upset because they see themselves going the way of the dinosaur.  As the younger generation matures, a generation who grew up on Will and Grace and Queer as Folk and Ellen, they find it natural to view LGBT folks as pretty much not only no big deal, but pretty ordinary.

So imagine you are a fundamentalist or a Republican or both.  You see the change catching up with you.  You see the "arc of history" bending toward a justice you want nothing to do with.  You might even be having a crisis of faith since the old "it's in the Bible so it's true, word for word" is just not working anymore.

More importantly, if you are a politician, you find your "go to" tactic of holding up a boogieman to frighten the faithful and raise money and votes.  You have successfully used fear to line your coffers and get elected and now that there is less to be fearful of, well you need to put the fear back into your troops.  What better way than play on that crisis of faith they are already sensing and tell them they won't be able to "believe" anymore.  They won't be able to "practice their principals" which include being hateful and bigoted and that will put the fear of God in them for sure.

When people, even the religious right if they believe in freedom and equality, they will say of course they do.  But when you get specific, do you believe in equality for gays or immigrants or anyone who is not white?  Well the answers get more sketchy.

And that is the distinction that these bills are designed to play on, in a way that is politically correct, at least to the far-right.  If you called these the "right o be a bigot" bills, they would fail, but wrap it in the Bible and call it "Religious Freedom Bills" well who can be against that?  It works both ways.  Even progressives believe in religious freedom, it's in the constitution!

So thought these crappy laws are falling one by one we must not fall victim to the reframed issue.  Don't call them "Religious Freedom Bills".  If you do you are buying into their framing and that is a losing tactic.  Call these what they are, Bigot Bills, Jim Crow Redeux, Discrimination Promotion Bills.  That is what they really are and we must not let anyone forget it.

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Time For A Gay Think Tank?

The idea the LGBT people are recruiting has never gone away.  Why?  I would guess it is a combination of just plain ignorance and fear that gay=predator.  First of all let me get this out there, of all the gay men and lesbians I know (and that’s a lot), none, repeat NONE are pedophiles.  Most, like me, find children charming in small doses.  As far as sexual attraction goes, no way!

So why does this myth persist?  Well our friends at the Family Research Council are one reason.  They continue to promote the idea that LGBT folks are all out there trolling for children.  Their “research” is completely false and not supported by any credible studies.  But, because they have the name “research” in their name, some believe them.

Maybe it’s time for an “LGBT Research Board”?  A think tank devoted to cranking out studies that dispute the crap FRC spews.   Even better, a serious policy group that creates and promotes progressive policies with regard to LGBT and sexual orientation matters in general.

Now I know there is the HRC and they do fine work, but they are not in the business of doing research, and a reputable source of studies and position papers on LGBT issues would be welcome in many places. 

Now, most of you know I work with the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Alliance out of Washington DC.  Our organization does a lot of advocacy and policy work in the field of human rights.  Our overarching principal is “sexual freedom is a basic human right” a’d that is a pretty broad umbrella.  We concentrate on policy regarding sexual freedom issues, like free speech, sex education, LGBT rights and more, but we aren’t a think tank as such.

Maybe we will someday become one, or maybe we will spin one off as a separate entity, but until then there is a big gap to fill.  I urge graduate students and universities to think about doing some scientific work to reinforce the truth about the idea of “recruitment” and do some basic research into profiling real pedophiles. 
Until there is a critical mass of research and position papers available to lawmakers and advocates, we will continue to be frustrated by the bogus claims from the far right.

Friday, November 08, 2013


The news that the Senate reached enough votes for a super majority (filibuster-proof) vote on the Employment Non Discrimination Act was good.  I am delighted that at least a few Republicans actually saw the reason behind this law, and the injustice it will correct.  However the ebullient comments from LGBT organizations and the breathless reporting from the new channels would have you believe that it will become the law of the land.  After all, the President said he would sign it. 

Wait just a darned minute; it still has to go through the House of Representatives.  If you forgot that old cartoon from School House Rocks about how a bill becomes law? Yes all this celebration, and it is worth celebrating, is a bit premature, since the current makeup of the house, and specifically the Tea Party Republicans will not even let ENDA come to the floor much less to a vote.

Listening to Speaker John Boehner’s rhetoric, you would think ENDA would bring about the Apocalypse complete with plagues and horsemen.  According to a spokesperson for the Speaker he believes, “this legislation will increase frivolous litigation and cost American jobs, especially small business jobs.”  Then he went on to assert the incredulous statement that these protections are already covered under law.  Really?  And this coming from a lawyer?

Here is a little lesson on the law from a non-lawyer to Speaker Boehner.  Unless the protection is specifically spelled out and defined in excruciating detail in a law, it won’t hold up in court.  Courts do not like vague and nebulous statutes. That is why ENDA was created.  It specifically prohibits private employers with more than 15 employees from discriminating on the basis of sexual orientation or gender identity.  It exempts religious institutions who may decide that institutionalized hate and discrimination is part of their creed.  Hey, it’s a free country, except if you are LGBT.

Boehner knows ENDA is key to brining full equality to LGBT and he also knows the Tea Party, who is in control of the GOP right now, won’t stand for it. He knows if he brings it to a vote he will probably lose his position as speaker, and therefore he won’t bring it to the floor.

I hear people say there might be enough votes to pass ENDA in the House, but I have seen absolutely no evidence of that, and the commentators who say it don’t offer any facts.  The truth is, unless the small rabid right wing that has the House in its grip are not voted from office, there is no chance of ENDA going anywhere.

The cynic in me thinks that is why some GOP Senators felt safe in voting for it, knowing it was dead in the water. They can look reasonable without any repercussions.  It’s perfect positioning for a Senator who is trying to look moderate while maintaining the hard line of the Tea Party.

So meanwhile the GOP is laughing as they watch LGBT advocates and allies applaud themselves for getting so far with ENDA.  It is a laudable achievement, but ultimately the fate rests with a far-right fringe group who has the House in its grip.  These folks have no incentive to pass ENDA.  IN fact, doing so would most likely spell their demise back home in the sticks where their constituents cower in fear of the dangerous “gay agenda” still sends people running for their guns.  Those same folks can feel comfort that they are not racist homophobic bigots, but “true patriots” who simply want to take the country back. 

Back from what?  Well mostly back from the rest of the country.  These are the people who don’t understand that the days of white, straight, male privilege are over.  They long for the America of the 1950s, a simpler idyllic time in their minds. Of course none of them experienced those glory days as gay or lesbian or bisexual or transgender or black or Asian or Hispanic or Jewish or anything other than white, straight and Protestant.

I lived through the 1950’s and 1960’s and that idyllic veneer was an illusion.  Sadly, it’s the same illusion John Boehner is living in today.