Leather Pride

[vaneramos]

androkles requested this photo. Here is how I dressed to go to the Leather Pride Ball at Toronto on Saturday night. Once I arrived, I doffed the jeans, but I'm not prepared to post photos here revealing the leather pouch underneath.

I was nervous, I have never gone to a leather party alone before. Bob and Mark are my usual companions at such events, but they didn't attend Toronto Pride this year. Like many people, Bob can't bear the daytime crowds.

I hoped to see a certain man named Steve I had met a couple weeks earlier at Kitchener Pride. But I knew he would be working security at the event, which would prevent us from carrying on our flirtation as fully as I wanted. So I felt a little lonely as I changed into my leather and headed out of the Village.

As it turned out, I had an escort for the entire evening.

The Opera House is located away from the gay district, so a bus running from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m. was supposed to shuttle people there and back from the Ramada Hotel on Jarvis Street. I arrived at the Ramada around 10:45 but never saw a shuttle, except two destined for another, larger party going on at the Guvernment.

Standing there on the curb I was first politely watched and eventually approached by another man waiting for the shuttle, a handsome Venezuelan. He wore an elaborate harness with chains and steel studs which he said he had designed himself. We introduced ourselves and ended up spending most of the night together.

When the shuttle still hadn't appeared after more than half an hour, we invited two other men to share a cab over to the Opera House.

If you have never been to a Leather Ball, imagine a crowded night club where 99 per cent of the patrons are male, the majority of them above average build, and most dressed entirely in leather, some in Levi's 501s, and a few in PVC rubberwear. Many are wearing no more than a leather harness and jock strap. There are several strikingly beautiful women, not all wearing leather. The floor is full of men dancing.

Around 1 a.m. attention turns to the stage, and there's a show. In this case, it is a sadomasochistic fantasy involving a master, two assistants and four slaves, a cage, and a table that revolves lengthwise. The performance features a grinder which the master runs on a metal plate to shower sparks on the two men bound to the revolving table.

I took in the performance, but spent less time observing the crowd than I normally would. I wandered alone for only a few minutes after I first arrived. Then my handsome cab companion reappeared and successfully distracted me for the rest of the night.

I did manage to slip away for a few minutes to speak to Steve. He was keeping watch at a door beside the stage and the dance floor. I wished I could steal him away from his post, but instead I went back upstairs to the balcony.

Eventually I invited my Venezuelan friend back to the hotel room, where we arrived around 2:30. It was a thoroughly enjoyable visit, and he didn't depart until 6:30. That alone would have made a fine high point to the weekend. But Sunday had in store other adventures of a different tone.

Comments

[quirkstreet.livejournal.com]

"I hope you realize I'm not narrow-minded, just uneducated about bisexuality."

EEEP! Cutie, I totally hope I didn't come across as thinking you narrow-minded! So sorry!

I was being my slightly curmudgeonly, slightly silly self: dropping a little "you just never know" stone into the pool to watch the ripples. Implying narrow-mindedness is a ripple I'm sorry to have caused, though.

I've seen those woman-master, man-slave things once or twice myself, although I'm not enough involved in the leather or kink scenes to be in the right places very often.

But you're right, that's the class of objects I was thinking of. I never know whether the bi angle is on people's minds or not. I was at a fundraiser for kink awareness a couple of years ago, which attracted a lot of people I knew and a fabulous bear who picked me up. Later I heard him tell a friend that the event was cool, but that he was surprised at how many straight people were there. Hee hee, I saw a lot of man/woman couples, but relatively few straights. I could have told him exactly which men I'd seen in decidedly non-straight interactions with other men. Some of these men are very openly bi; others out to their women and select, trusted others. It often depends on what we think we're seeing.

My second serious girlfriend originally picked me up because her boyfriend fancied me. :)

But even now, *she* sometimes still has to remind *me* that women in queer male space may be getting a lot more on than is obvious to us. (I say us because, like you, I do have this tendency to get my eyes attached to some cute guy :-)

What an interesting thing for you and Steve to discuss ... ! :)

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I totally hope I didn't come across as thinking you narrow-minded!

Not at all, but you have made me aware of my own ignorance.

What an interesting thing for you and Steve to discuss ... ! :)

If I recall correctly, his answer was maybe. Mine was no, though I'm more ambiguous about it than I was several years ago.