News Flash: Harnesses no longer kinky

Yes it’s true! The leather harness, a long time main stay of the Leathermans closet, is no longer a symbol of passionate Daddy Worship, or Man Power. Nowadays it seems every good fag has at least one shiny new, above the tits, harness in their wardrobe ready for the local leather night. There was a time when procuring a harness took a bit of effort. I believe custom ordering one from a popular leather shop in San Francisco was the best way. Today you can order one online from many different stores, in many colors and/or different materials. Before I go any further I want to iterate that “kink is in the eye of the beholder,” so if you feel that harnesses are mega-kinky in every way, I doubt there’s much I could say dissuade you, but when I go to a local bar on a kink night, and everyone is wearing essentially the same gear, I start to question the motivations behind this fashion statement. Most men are like wolves, comfortable in the pack. So it makes sense that a similar uniform would arise to cement this pack mentality. But that’s not what kink is. Kink is not being like everybody else. Kink is individual to the individual. Kink is not commonplace. Kink is not something that everybody agrees upon as sexy. That’s what makes it a kink. So the leather harness may no longer be kinky, but can still be considered sexy. For example, I prefer a Daddy’s paunch to be harnessed above and below the tits so I can grab on tight as he picks me up throws me down on the bed and starts to…. ahem! That’s right America, harnesses are no longer kinky.

One Reply to “News Flash: Harnesses no longer kinky”

  • This post reminded me of an awesome RANT I saw in my FaceBook feed from a guy, Chris – who takes on the whole ‘so-over-it’ Gay/Bear/Fetish scene in one very long sentence:

    “…You forgot stupid puppy masks and tails, fugly $30 Andrew Christian spandex lingerie in neon colors, collars with cheap bicycle locks and a long list of asinine and overly-complicated relationship “rules,” an obsession with avoiding “labels,” endless “Tummy Tuesday” selfies in the exact same mouth-open pose, a sad, stubborn devotion to the neoliberal religion usually signified by a sarcastic use of the phrase “But her emails” to literally every political topic, pretending that “bear” is a state of mind and not a simple physical classification as it’s ALWAYS been, blindness to anyone over the age of 35, an adolescence that extends into one’s fourth decade, no discernible means of support, yet constantly traveling and always having the latest tech, Apple fanboy-ism, food-colored facial hair, an unshakeable smartphone addiction, scary pride in never reading, a wrong-headed idea that everyone must have a list of ridiculous kinks, relationships lived exclusively on social media, an inexplicable need to have an annoying straight girlfriend that you insist must be invited to every bear function you attend, a faux outward thirstiness, always paired with an unearned narcissism that manifests as a tired, bad parody of a sassy black woman proclaiming herself “all that and a bag of chips,” the so common, it’s cliché diva worship syndrome, and the ever-present chip on one’s shoulder that they’re “so over” this whole bear scene.”

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