This Friday, I’m bringing the Velvet Nation sound to Ramrod in Fort Lauderdale for Deep-House, Deep-Fetish. If you know me, you know I don’t just “play tracks” — I build a mood....
Trump took the mic this week and tossed Baltimore into his latest carnival of fear. Called us “so far gone” on crime that we don’t even get mentioned anymore. Like we’re a...
There are names you hear whispered with a kind of reverence in leather bars and at queer festivals, where the smell of bootblack and testosterone floats in the air. Jack Thompson is...
Beth Sacks didn’t need a spotlight. She was the spotlight.
From the second she opened her mouth, you felt it. That voice. That big, bold, unapologetically theatrical, gospel-kissed, club-ready thunderstorm of a voice...
I didn’t come here to be controversial.
I came here to tell the fucking truth.
Every time I post something about queer punks, skinheads, boots, leather, or god forbid — white laces — someone...
Let’s get this out of the way: the skinhead look scares the shit out of a lot of people. And honestly? Fair. Buzzed heads, bomber jackets, steel-toe boots you could kick in...
I’m so excited to finally share something I’ve been quietly building: my new podcast, Velvet Nation.
Velvet Nation is a curated mix series—part love letter to dance floors, part dreamy escape for the...
Locktober involves people worldwide engaging in chastity play for October. For non-regular participants, it can be a major challenge, leading to more thirst-focused social media posts. However, the experience can be positive if energy is directed towards goals.
There are names you hear whispered with a kind of reverence in leather bars and at queer festivals, where the smell of bootblack and testosterone floats in the air. Jack Thompson is...
Once in a blue moon something so powerful happens in plain sight that others do not see it. This was one of those moments. A “I have a dream” moment. Or a...
Chastity is a major kink for me. So as part of my kink play, and on going submission I have created a new countdown clock to help us track my current time in chastity.
There are few people on this fucking earth I consider friends. I'm not talking about people you see at the bar from time to time, "hey there how are you....let's fuck sometime."...
I fucking adore wearing a kilt, and the shorter the better. The looks you get when you are out and about are just fucking precious. But being a caged faggot brings into...
From leather bars to latex runways, queer fetish fashion has always been about more than sex—it's about power, identity, and rebellion. In this raw and personal essay, I trace the underground roots of fetishwear, its impact on queer culture, and my own journey through Docs, rubber, and fuck-you self-expression.