what leather means to me.... a brief overview...

someone at work asked me this week "so what's with the leather thing? i don't understand it"

spent a couple of hours with jake this afternoon playing dressups and taking photos for our respective online profile thingo's...

so what's with the leather thing?

it's all subjective really.

it's like if i were to ask someone who owned 50 cats, "what's with the cat thing?"

some people love cats more so than others... i for one, don't love cats at all - not to say i hate them, but it's not an animal of my choice - i'm a feathers man, i love my chickens and love native birds...

but that's another blog, and i've probably already bloggered about them....

for me, leather and/or the leather culture is like a way of life.

it's not just about how someone might look dressed up in it. although that really does make for interesting viewing. *wink*

it's about the look... the feel of the material on one's skin (whether it be on my own skin or someone else's skin).... about pride of self respect and respect for others in the community, and about the respect it can command from others within or outside the community...

it's also about being comfortable with it.

for me, wearing leather has grown to become almost a second skin to me... i don't wear it all that often, nor do i head out wearing the stuff often either (probably less often than wearing it just at home)...

some people just like to wear it and they use it like an alternative form of 'drag'

the discussion i have had with some others in the community (not that i'm a big part of it nor do i know many in the community... i guess i'm using the term 'community' in as loose a sense as a pair of shoe laces still in their packet before being strung onto some shoes/boots lol), in relation to the different levels of attraction to leather, and the differentiation of those who use it as drag, and those who prefer to live the fabric, are when those who don the clothing to try and score a mate and then take all their 'drag' off before hitting the sack... those who live the fabric tend to retain the clothing whilst the activities in the sack are happening...

i am in the latter category... along with my firm belief of the brain being the biggest of sexual organs, the wearing of leather can enhance the experience and sometimes can assist in pushing the boundaries of one's tastes and limits...

it sorta reminds me of a looney tunes cartoon with bugs bunny and elmer fudd.... they are doing the usual chasing game when a removalist truck drives across a bumpy bridge and out falls a box full of hats onto the river bank below near the troublesome two with hats flying around everywhere...

during the course of the show, a different hat would fall onto each of the respective characters and their demeanour and personality changed according to the type of hat/head dress they wore (added head dress after remembering there was a wig from a judge that appeared at one stage... and i can't remember the official term for the wig, but it's certainly not a hat lol)

for me, when i wear leather, it's not so much that i become a different person (cause i sorta do), but it's more so i can live and experience a different part of my personality that doesn't often get an opportunity to come out in the open.....

i suppose it comes down to the theory i have that most people have split personalities... i'm sure i do...

well that's what leather means to me, on a shoe string budget of explanatories lol

and yes i did go there with some sexual references....

but hey - you asked the question! :-)