By Daddy Peter Fiske
For so many years we had no organized history. For a lot of years, we didn't even have a community. When I became a Leatherman in March 1964, at the 3rd balcony of the Empire Theatre on 42nd Street in New York City, we were outlaws. Quite literally what we did was illegal and we lost jobs, homes and even our freedom for being who we were sexually. It was a very hot time that year of the Beatles, and swinging London. Why dont we go back to being outlaws ,some say, but it really sucked and I wouldn't go back if I could.
In 1964, the bar was our only refuge and even in New York, the cops raided and closed them after a short time. We were afraid of who we were and what would happen to us. We had no history and no support systems. I was raped and assaulted in a sex and SM scene in 1964 and there was no one to help, no one to tell and I even stopped playing for 4 months. Yeah, it was exciting sexually and the SM was very hot but today it is even hotter and we have a context for ourselves and our lives.



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