by Olivier Pratt
With so many serious and controversial discussions happening in our community these days, I thought it would be nice to write about something that’s just fun. While I agree that Leather has many MANY contemplative and important facets, it still needs to be fun. If we’re not having fun, then what’s the damn point? I can torture myself at work all day long and at least get paid for it right? Why would I do it for free? Duh?
If I hear anymore talk about Old Guard-New Guard-Bullshit Guard, to Cover or not to Cover, or any of the key “Bingo” words; honor, integrity, community etc, I’m gonna stab my eyes out with a spork and become a nun. You don’t want to see me in nun drag, it’s not pretty. Imagine Lenny Bruce trying to be a nun, pretty fucking bizarre eh, and damn funny too! Funny as Bachmann trying to convince people she’s knows what the fuck she’s talking about.
So on we go to Dallas, jumping head first onto the funny wagon of socially unacceptable behavior-the best kind of behavior in my book! Even if it killed me, this was gonna be an engaging, fun trip, leaving as much of life’s bullshit behind as I could. Not an easy goal, but worth a try?
Now let me set the record straight, road trips with Sparky and I are never really normal. The word normal is highly overrated. Living normal is just not very exciting. I think if I had to choose between being “normal” and say, shitting in a bag and staring at it, the bag would win hands down. I could regale you with road stories that would shock the most hard core weathered road warrior, but another time.
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