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...
If you have ever had the honor of spending a weekend with the brothers of Cumalot at the Hillside Campground in New Milford PA, then I am sure you have been introduced...
If you follow my page regularly, I do my best to post daily about my chastity journey in addition to other content about the fetish community, sex-positivity, and, in general--everything erotic, and...
Leather contests are a funny fucking thing. Not funny like "ha-ha" and more like "Wow, I didn't see that coming." When you allow yourself to be swept away by the wonder...
I’m back at the Baltimore Eagle in the Code Room for the first ever Mongrel Pup Night.
Plan on a dark circuit set. So all you pups come out in your fun...
I know I am fucking twisted, but being this way is what makes the day-to-day interesting, and boots have always been a passion of mine. The truth of the matter is I...
You meet people in your life, and from time to time make connections that are deep and meaningful. I have said in the past that I have a few connections personally of...
They don’t make ‘em like Ozzy anymore.
I don’t mean that in the nostalgic, beer-commercial kind of way. I mean they literally don’t. The man was a fucking anomaly. A bat-biting, reality-television, eyeliner-wearing...