Re-pride etc.

I know that I’ve not posted for a while, you think that not a lot has happened and then you look back and think oh, that’s right.

I grasped the nettle and with encouragement I started a local monthly leather social. I had no idea how it was going to go but it’s been much much better than I could have imagined, we even took part in the local pride march. My husband has been attending and has been very supportive, he’s also been hearing things which may lead to more open discussion, if he wants that. I’ve made some new friends and encouraged new guys onto the scene which is exactly what I wanted.

I’ve done a fair bit of experimentation, most of it really fairly mind blowing, I swear to god (other supreme beings may or may not be available) that I had an actual out of body experience. Some of the experiences have revolved entirely around fisting, but that’s not a casual thing. Still seeking regular play, but I know that I need a genuine connection for that. People come and go, but I cannot do all the running.

I’ve been in Manchester quite a lot lately, between the leather social and pride, where I took part in the pride march and went on a fairground ride in leather. It was slightly awkward this year, my husband was with me again, but this time my best friend wasn’t there to provide someone for him to lean on, so he was with me and my friends most of the time. It was good that he was able to meet more of my friends and to see where I hang out, but at the same time that’s my thing, my social circle. It was only a glimpse, I don’t really begrudge him that. There was some tension after I arrived back at our hotel really late on the first night, but I was as respectful and forceful when I needed to be, I hadn’t done anything wrong.

During Pride I met an absolutely stunning Dom and for the first time ever I actually spoke up and told him that I was very attracted to him and interested in finding out more, he told me the same, we had the opportunity to discuss quite a lot of things over the weekend, and I tried my best to make a good impression. I’ve been invited to meet up and play in the near future to see how we get on together, lots of possibilities, trying to stay normal and not wreck it.

I often do the sub thing of not valuing yourself as much as you should, I always described myself as introverted, but recent evidence definitely points to the contrary. People telling me that they enjoy my company means a great deal and I just might be liking myself more, apart from the fat arse.

Subdrop

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had feelings like this, but then it’s been quite a while since I’ve had such good Dom/sub play with someone I was so very keen to please; the kind of attraction and connection that makes you question some of your limits.

After such a high comes the low, the brain chemistry rebalancing, the lack of sleep catching up with you.

I used to suffer from sub drop regularly when I was often taking part in more intense play. I had thought that maybe my coping mechanisms had improved, or that maybe that phase had passed, but last night it came on as an intense few hours of magnified emotions and helplessness, sleep helped little, kind words helped more. My own thoughts turned on me, gnawing away at every good thing they could find.

Here I am, 24 hours later, it’s gone and things are definitely returning to normal, but I feel odd, calm again in a body still suffering from the affects of the stress, aches and pains, a slight headache, it should be better tomorrow.

Aftercare is so important, and in my own experience sub drop mostly comes on two to three days after play, and the simplest of techniques works on me, tell me that I’m valued, wanted, and a good boy.

Social

With a little healthy encouragement I started a leather social in my city, a monthly event, the first one just happened and I met new people and really enjoyed myself. It was relaxed and friendly, exactly what I hoped it would be, what was expected to be a couple of hours turned into five.

Two guys at the social who I had previously only known online told me a story of how I inspired them to go to a gay fundraiser in full rubber, after they had seen me there the previous year in full leather, I had no idea, they even showed me pictures! That night in leather was a real moment for me as I was the only person in leather at the event, and it was the first time some friends had seen me in leather. There’s now talk of going together to the next one!

I’ve had a great day, my husband came along to support me, he doesn’t entirely understand this side of me, but his support really helped a lot.

Thank you

I don’t always like myself very much, but a man I like and respect told me that I was “one of the kindest friendliest leathermen you will ever meet”, and then a couple of others agreed with him.

I think it’s hard to keep sight of the fact that we all have these feelings from time to time.

Thank you A, I appreciate Your kind words very much indeed x

Judging a book by its cover

Much as we like to think that we don’t do this I think we all do, the subconscious mind is always at work.

I had the pleasure of spending some real quality time with a guy that I had previously made assumptions about based almost entirely upon his demeanour and attire, ironic I know coming from a Leatherman. Turns out he is intelligent, absolutely fascinating to talk to and really pretty damn horny.

I have of course apologised. Hopefully there’s at least the beginnings of a friendship there.

Falsehoods

I know that we all lie all the time, it’s a valuable part of human nature and we do it for all sorts of reasons, some good and some bad; but sometimes it just really sticks in the craw.

There seems to be a lot of it around just now; I’ve witnessed some and have seen other people discussing others, from cat fishing to stealing pictures to trying to gain friendship in order to get access to other people, down to the plain nasty and the please shag me / give me money. The very latest I think was “I’ve always fancied you” which was unusual as I hadn’t seen him online until a couple of weeks ago, but sure, you go ahead and do what you need to do to be an online star.

Blah blah blah, I’m not sure why we bother sometimes, is this post a lie? Am I cat fishing you now? Please shag me etc.

😉

Proud

This weekend was my first ever Manchester pride and I don’t think it will be the last, it was just so great.

I ate out with friends, I marched with friends, I drank with friends, I hugged and kissed friends, and all of the time I was head to toe in leather, and with the padlock from my old collar on my waistband.

I think I might be all walked out right now, but it was worth it.

Until next year …