Thirteen years ago, I used this blog as a tool to dissect concepts, do research, and explore the complicated social dynamics within the leather community and my place within it. Originally, my motivation was tied to a very different version of my life, one defined by external leadership, organizational roles, and the social politics of the scene. I wrote to find definitive answers, hoping that my work would provide nuance in a world that often sees only a black and white. Picking up the pen again today serves a completely different, yet entirely necessary, purpose.
My life has changed significantly since those early posts. Today, my leather identity is grounded in the internal, quiet realities of my relationships, including my marriage, the protective care of my dynamic with my little, and the structured protocols and absolute trust I share with my Sir. Yet, as I navigate these intimate dynamics and the broader community events I still attend, I constantly find myself confronting the reality that I do not fit into the standard mold.
I am returning to this blog because I need a space that acts as a living document rather than a final analysis. Complex, evolving realities, such as my non-binary identity or my ongoing frustrations and positive experiences within the scene, cannot be neatly resolved in a single, closed essay. Writing again is a way to document an ongoing journey, allowing myself the freedom to ponder large concepts, voice discomfort, and chart my own evolution in real time without the pressure of needing a final conclusion.
I'm shocked that after 13 years my blog continues to get traffic. Should anyone actually reading this feel so inclined, I would love to see some comments as to how you found me and what brought you here.
