Scenes from the street.

[hannah]

I saw a full leather daddy when I was out biking today. I mean full Leather Daddy, hat, gloves, boots, jacket, assless chaps, the works. I'd parked the bike and was walking back to my building when he crossed the street ahead of me, and I walked about a half-dozen paces behind him for a couple blocks, getting a good look at the whole getup. It was a wonderful sight to see, him out walking tall and proud like that.

Granted, because it's December, he had some denim on underneath the chaps. And because nobody knows hygiene like the kink scene, he was masked up appropriately.

What else could I do? When he went into a building and I passed him by, I shouted out, "Nice hat!"

"Oh, thank you," he said, clearly delighted.

Comments

[petra]

I love this anecdote.

[lilacsigil]

That's delightful! One bad thing about being queer in a rural area is that I basically never see outwardly queer people. Just the occasional rainbow sticker.

[camwyn]

God, I miss New York.