Caro’s Keynote Speech, Beyond Leather 2012Apologia from the Antichrist in a Corset
Greetings, everyone, and my thanks to Top and bonnie for thinking I might have something interesting enough to deliver as the keynote speech at Beyond Leather Five. First, my congrats and well-deserved kudos to everyone involved with this fantastic event on its fifth year anniversary. It’s a wonderful milestone for any event, and I’m honored to have been asked to participate.
At any conference, it’s typically the keynote speech that addresses the issues and sets the tone or mood. More often than not, they are designed to make those who hear it all warm and fuzzy. Well, that presented an enormous challenge for me, because I don’t do “warm and fuzzy”—I’ve never done warm and fuzzy. Actually, I have a better shot at translating the Kama Sutra from the original Sanskrit than I do at pulling off warm and fuzzy. Besides, at this stage of my life, if I even attempted warm and fuzzy, I can name at least five bitches out there that’d be tweeting their thumbs off that I’m suffering from dementia.
So I’m going to continue to do what I’ve always done, tell the truth and call things as I see them, (the code word for that is “controversial”). As far as how that truth is handled? Well, I’ll leave that up to each of you and I will offer condolences in advance to any of you who may be offended by what follows, but I will not apologize for what I say, who I am, the choices I’ve made, or the life I’ve lead.
This weekend we assemble in our kinky finery to participate in kinky festivities. We celebrate being sexual outlaws and renegades. If that’s how you feel, that’s great, but honestly, maybe it’s time to reconsider, because when 300,000 people attend the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, or when IML constitutes one of Chicago’s largest conventions, or when what we do is seen in films and on prime time TV; and when what we wear shows up on runways in Paris, Milan, and New York, and Hot Topic, and when every weekend there’s kinky activities to be found even in the most remote locales like Batcrotch, Wyoming, then it just might be time to get past thinking we are special little kinky creatures and sexual outlaws living on the edge.