I start this episode by saying thanks again to those who have complimented me or thanked me for episode 122. I go into the topic of conquering the other Christmas present. Once again, not always content for more sensitive listeners.
On January 14, 2016, Dr. Alan Penrod, or to us, SIR Alan, was taken from us…his family, partner, boy, friends, and the leather community. He was a wonderful man with such a loving soul. Some saw him as intimidating and in some ways he was. I thought he was…until one night, I walked up to him and introduced myself and sought his friendship. I am thankful every day that I shared that moment in time with him along with many others afterward. I was blessed to know the man inside that gorgeous, muscle bound body and I will forever be changed. I will be able to tell others who come into the community, in years to come, about the loving “giant” who wanted nothing more than for everyone to have a peaceful life filled with excitement and knowledge. He wanted everyone to find the person inside and live that person.
I remember a conversation I had with SIR Alan the night I met him. I had come to the conclusion that I wanted to be a leather Sir myself. When I told him that I was interested in this, his first words were, “Oh! OK!” I should have known from that sound, and the accompanying facial expression, that he saw right through me. He, however, continued with the conversation and tried to find the basis and possible execution of my plan. I told him I was in the process of reading a book and doing my research. When I told him the book I was reading, he said, “You can continue to read that book if you would like to read porn and get off to it. But, that is all it is good for. You have to be yourself and if that happens to be a Sir, then you’ll know it. You don’t need that damn book to tell you anything.” I didn’t pick up that book again.
Another thing he told one of our fellow Panther brothers was that, “Daddy needs a daddy sometime.” Being a Sir, he knew there were times when even the toughest of men needed someone to take care of their needs. I remember when I heard those words, I was dumbfounded. Being “taken aback” doesn’t come close to describe my reaction to that statement. That would be like Superman needing someone of more strength and power to look up to for his own strength. I saw him as Superman. But imaging a man, past title holder of Mr. International Leather Sir, always being looked at as handler, master, daddy, and of course, Sir. There were expectations. There were things only he seemed to be able to do (not just because of his level of OCD). With all this pressure, all the time, of course he occasionally needed to let off steam. As much as we raised him to higher levels than humanly possible, he was still a man. We couldn’t fault him for that and never would we try.
SIR Alan will forever be in our hearts and the courage he showed us will always live on inside us.
This is my Christmas review episode. Yeah, it has taken me a while to get it completed and uploaded. Things take time, I say!
To some, the contents of this show may be a tad on the TMI side. That’s OK! I’m thinking the future of this show is going to change a bit and hopefully people will continue to listen. I’m presently going through some life changes and I want to take the show along with me. That’s going to be good, bad, sexy, perverted, and everything in between. I don’t know where it’s going and that’s what is going to keep this show alive. The events that stand ahead are going to be…well…mysteries to you as well as it is to me. Enjoy the ride!
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After much thinking and after realizing that people are going to find my page whether I want them to or not, I am replacing the underwear tab at the top of my page and I will probably also be going through my posts and taking the private status off them so that they appear. Here’s to possibly seeing more progress in the future.
I’m finally posting a new show. It’s another show recorded on the way to work. I talk about the cruise we just took. It’s shorter than many I have done but I think that’s what they are going to from now on.
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It’s a beautful day in the North Atlanta area today. I’m sitting at a local sandwich restaurant, eating lunch and trying to come up with something to blog about. Writing isn’t always so easy for me as I tend to need motivation and something pressing in my head. That’s not the case today. There are a few things running around in my head so I will let them out through my fingers.
Recently, the country was give a decision from te US Supreme Court, stating that no state could blog two people of the same sex from having a legal marriage. That is a monumental declaration of…well, independence! We are finally free to have a meaningful, legal marriage with all the benefits that go along with that right. If either me or my partner become sick and have to go into the hospital, neither the hospital or the state can block my partner from being there with me nor can the family of my partner come in and try to take over proceedings if that sickness becomes something more serious. We’ve been wanting this for so long and now the day is here. The sky has not darkened. Firey rocks have not fallen from the heavens. The waters have not turned bloody red. Roy Moore’s head has figuratively exploded….sadly it was only figuratively. But, wishing no ill on someone, I hope he eventually realizes where he’s being a total douche and that he’s simply going to have to resort to the way of the dinosaurs. So let it be written….so let it be done.
The Confederate (Rebel) Flag
Oh, dear God, people. It’s a freaking piece of material. It means NOTHING anymore except to remind people of things we shouldn’t have done and others of things that shouldn’t have been done to them. Granted, during my teenage years when my brain was more in my ass than in my head, I had the flag hanging on my bedroom wall in more styles than you can imagine. I had the full sized version, the bandanas of various designs, and yes, I had the flag crafted into the stone on my class ring.
Sure, half of my brain saw it as a symbol of a region that decided enough was enough and decided to succeed a nation. Whatever the reasons, they decided that the leadership of the new country had gone to crap and they wanted to have their own government and laws. That, people, is what makes countries what they are. Isn’t that basically what we did from England except that we had no ocean to cross? Isn’t that how we have Serbia and Bosnia & Herzegovina?
Yet, I realized another meaning of this flag whether others wanted to admit it. It’s not, in every crowd, called the Confederate flag. It is referred to as the Rebel flag. Webster defines rebel as “a person who rises in opposition or armed resistance against an established government or ruler.” The Urban Dictionary has an even better definition as it says a rebel is “a person who stands up for their own personal opinions despite what anyone else says.” Don’t you know a rebel? Could it possibly be yourself?
As a teenager, one rebels against so much in life including parents, siblings, social construction, religion, and life in general. Everything is unfair. “Screw this crap! I’m doing what I want!” That’s what many fly this flag to represent. They aren’t flying it to show some kind of racial hatred or inner belief that we should still be in pre-Civil War times. They are making a statement that they…mentally seen…aren’t bound by any rules and they live life to their own drummer, ready to take responsibility for whatever they do. If only that last part were true all the time.
What is my stance on the flag? Well, technically, it is not the true Confederate flag. It was designed much differently. Is the flag displayed on anything I have on my body or walls in our house? That would be a no. I will not degrade my body with tattoo’s of a flag designed by a group of people that could yell louder than others during the war. I have contacted the company which made my class ring and they said I could send the ring to them at any time to have the stone replaced…and I have seriously thought about it eventhough I do not wear it. It still as my name engraved on the side with a club I worked hard to be a part of and is a much higher standing symbol than that flag could ever be.
Do I have multiple books in my collection about the Civil War and do I love watching and reading things regarding the topic. Yes, I do. It’s a part of our history and you can see it in many ways across the southeastern US. It’s in our land and it’s in our lives. Yes, we lost, but even some of the worst defeats in history can never be forgotten.
I was born and raised in the South and for my entire life, I will always be a true Southerner. I say that for I believe in many southern things like I believe women should be held at high esteem because without at least one of them, neither of us would be here. Women are our true care givers and take care of many each and every day….some are an exception as they couldn’t care about anyone other than themselves. I believe that a true southern gentleman is courteous, well spoken, educated on events and cultures, and deeply cares about human beings. I said a TRUE southern gentleman! Not all southern men are southern gentlemen and those couldn’t tell one with their eyes wide open and one standing in front of them.
So in conclusion to that topic….I do not believe that the Rebel flag should be flown at ANY governmental buildings because when it does, it is not representative of everyone that government presides over. Never will it. It belongs where all other historical items belong…in a museum. Sure, hang it in a house if that person feels so inclined. That’s their own property. A state house, however, is the property of the state and that is the property of all citizens in that state who pay taxes and vote. Never should something be forced on a citizen of this country…material wise…that has such a dark meaning. Some will try to place the first topic I talked about into that statement and it doesn’t have a thing to do with it. Marriage is only a religious institution when the two people make it as such. In reality, marriage is a document signed by a representative of the county/state/country government saying that two people have now become one union. That is legal and should not be confused with anything else. The flag is a symbol…varied in meanings that should never be forced onto another being.
That’s enough on that topic and that’s where I stand. That’s my opinion and mine alone. If yours differs, then that is with you.
And look-a-there…my lunch time is over. It’s back to the office to finish my day. Love to all and love everyone.
So it may seem a little weird that you are hearing so much from me lately. It’s true, I’ve kinda been missing in action. Don’t fret, however, as I have been having fun and soaking up getting to meet new people and have new experiences. One of those new experiences deals with getting into the Atlanta leather scene. I have been very interested in the leather scene for some time and I have dabbled in it. True, my dabbling in the scene has been small pieces here and there as in a vest and a harness or two. I may have shared a picture before of some of those pieces, but I am hoping that I will be able to get my hands on many more in the near future. I am very interested in the black/blue leather suits. I don’t think leather is where this will end. I am also into rubber and neoprene as well. They are all so hot!
Thanks to the people over at David Atlanta, I can share a few pictures that were recently published within its pages. David is a great publication here in the Atlanta area where you get to read great articles, see pictures from events around the city, find gay owned or accepting businesses, and see a map of where people can go to hang out with the community. This is a great thing for newbies and visitors to our Southern city. They can find where they would like to go for what they are into. And most importantly…not to get lost! It’s a bitch out there! LOL You can find the publication online at davidatlanta.com.
There will be more experiences to come!
Recently, we took a much needed nature walk along the peaceful Suwanee Creek Trail. The trail runs parallel to Hwy 23 in Gwinnett County, GA and is a busy trail to both pedestrians and bike riders. The length is four miles and it is asphalt, concrete, and boardwalk. The trail goes through a flood area of the Suwanee Creek and all through the year, you can see wildlife on your journey. Deer and geese are abundant at different times of the year. While we were walking the trail, we saw two small fawns walking in the trees and we knew that Mama wasn’t far away. On the north end of the trail, for the time being, you have George Pierce Park and on the southern end, you have Suwanee Creek Park. They are both great places for relaxation and for sports. GPP is where you will find the playing fields for soccer, lacross, football, baseball, and softball. SCP is not so heavy on the sports fields, but you will find lots of gathering areas and an 18 hole disk golf court. We have the disks…we just haven’t found the time to play it.
There will be more outdoor travels and experiences to come.
A short while back, we went for a calming walk in Piedmont Park in Atlanta. I love walking around in the park. You see a wide variety of people while there, but the main thing is getting to witness the beauty of nature. The trees are big and bright green and the grass is like carpeting over the earth. I will have to take more pics at a later time, but here are the few I managed to get while there.
I hope everyone has had a great weekend. It was pretty calm here with friends. It’s back to work tomorrow!