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February 21, 2005
Leatherbore
I had a really great dinner at Catfish Dewey's tonight with some old friends, one of whom I hadn't seen in a few years. We talked about the usual things, Sci-fi shows, the old leather community (in which none of us is presently active), HIV and crystal meth. I can only wonder if any of the tables around us overheard our conversation. Catfish Dewey's traditionally has a redneck type crowd.
Oh, it's really good not to be a part of all that anymore. I know that one can don the leather vest and go out and not be tempted to drink or use drugs, but for me it's just not any fun anymore without. It's probably because of all the drugs I did in those days, and I can't seem to disconnect the association between the lifestyle and the drugs. Furthermore, drug use still seems to be overly tolerated in the leather community at large (at least here in Fort Lauderdale, if not abroad), and I'm sorry, I can't tolerate the use around me. I don't want to go back to that place again, any time soon.
Of course, it could also have no little bit to do with some of the people I would rather avoid out there “in the community.” Not that there is any great loss of those individuals, but I'd rather not have to deal with running into them and having to send off a polite, “fuck you.” It's happened a couple times already, and if they want to go to those places, I am more than happy staying away. They've laid claim to it.
Of course, as a result of the current plague of crystal meth, a lot more people have decided that they have kinks that they've never explored, and are suddenly joining up into the leather community, their only education as having read Larry Townsend's The Leatherman's Handbook and drawings by Tom of Finland. And then they show up, all tweaked out, and water down whatever anyone thought being a leatherman really ever was.
I still have good friends I knew from those days. But I like my life today without all those complications.
Posted by Bastique at February 21, 2005 11:49 PM
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Ah yes, part of growing older. You'll grow more sensible. Kind of a side benefit along with the curses. LOL.
Posted by: Aaron at February 22, 2005 1:02 PM