Nasty Pig's Shred of Hope Campaign

From our website:

Nasty Pig presents Shred of Hope...20 limited edition, hand made, numbered purple Shredders. 

ALL MONEY from the sale of each shirt, not just the profits or the proceeds, will be donated to the Trevor Project on behalf of Nasty Pig Customers. 

Although there is a lot of attention being paid to the bullying of gay kids right now, this issue will only stay in the headlines for so long.  When the next big story breaks the media coverage will fade, but these kids will still be there needing help.  These super hot shirts will draw you tons of attention, so when people ask "where did you get that Purple Nasty Pig Shredder...I've never seen one before!" you will have the opportunity to keep drawing attention to this important cause.

And purple looks SICK with everything from blue jeans to black leather. 

Scratching the Itch

MPPHHHHHH! A friend from DC was in town this weekend and did his best to help me scratch my bondage itch. Loyal readers will know I've recently been into spandex and tights. So I guess he helped me scratch two itches.

The Bondage Itch

What, you ask, is the bondage itch? Well, contrary to popular belief, the bondage itch is nothing at all like jock itch (though I suppose a jock could be involved in a variety of ways). No, the bondage itch is that overwhelming desire for restraint. It rears it's head for me every now and again. It's that low down feeling inside where all you can think about for days at a time is being bound and gagged. No matter how many times you jerk off. No matter how hard you try to think of something else. No matter what you do, all you can manage to focus on is bondage. While every now and again I get the itch to tie someone, most of the time it's me fantasizing about getting roped.

And lately, that is all I can think about. Over the past few days, I have wasted hours dreaming about getting trussed into a tight hogtie and looking at porn. This specific flare seems to be centered around my since-I-was-eleven-years-old kidnap fantasy. That or that sort of old-fashioned tie up game sort of bondage. No sex, no pain, just struggling and mppphhhing. You know?

So come on. Who out there wants to rope me up, stuff my mouth tightly, and leave me to struggle for a bit? No takers? Like any condition, it will go away on it's own eventually. But I may as well ride the wave while it's lasting. Eh?

Why I Will Never Drink Again: A Treatise by BLL

OMG you guys, I was so drunk last night. And this isn't like a story every freshman in college tells roughly four times a week: "Dude, I was so drunk last night you don't even know". I have always been a very responsible drinker. I didn't drink till I turned 21, and ever since then I have had the self-awareness to know I am an incredible lightweight. And while I am a very pleasant little drunk, I usually limit myself to about two drinks (maybe 3 beers).

Well at the Bondage Club last night, I sort of made a misstep. We keep drinks in the back for ourselves and friends/regulars since the club is BYOB. We usually drink said beverages from plastic red party cups. Usually I only have one at most because I really don't drink much. Last night I was feeling good so I had two. Two cups equals four drinks. Hadn't really thought that one through. I was about double my limit, and it was showing. According to everyone there, I was being considerably more pleasant than usual haha.

Suffice to say, I was a mess. I ended up blacking out and only vaguely remember a large portion of the evening. I ended up getting a ride home early. About 10 mins after I got home I B-lined it for the bathroom where I proceeded to vomit for a few minutes. I then spent the next several hours worshipping at the porcelain alter. I didn't vomit much after that initial 10 mins, but there was something profoundly comforting about the toilet when you're in that state. Every time I would stand up the nausea would return, so I stayed draped over it's contoured frame in a drunken stupor. I remember thinking to myself "I would sell my left testicle to be sober right now".

Eventually I got up and sent a quick email to someone. Three hours later I realized I was still on the couch with my laptop and I couldn't remember what I had done during that time lapse. So I carted myself to bed and finally woke up sober several hours later. I was a bit nauseous all day, but otherwise fine. Still, I make it my promise to ME that I will not be drinking that much for a LONG time.

PLUS: I was totally too drunk to get bound and gagged at the club which I was REALLY looking forward to!

Folsom Street (or That Place I Wish I was Going)

Dear God do I wish I was going to Folsom. I have never been, as my long-time readers will know. It sounds liberating though. At IML and MAL, things can be a little insular. Sure you are occasionally walking around outside in gear, recognizing others of the same interest and sharing a public identity. Still, for the most part we are all cooped up inside. Plus, excluding the few brave souls who wander down into the marketplace, it's a pretty homogeneous crowd. Sure, it's fun to sort of get away from the world for a while and share your company exclusively with other leathermen.

But doesn't it sound fun to be out in the sun? Just think of it. Sharing our interests, our relationships, and our lives together, out in the sun? Whether you're in jeans and a tee shirt or just a jock strap. Whether you're running around laughing or bound and gagged to a sign post. It isn't just being out in the light though. From what I hear, it's a mixed bag of men and women, straight and gay, kinky and not. I don't know, maybe I am just being 23 and green haha. Still, everything I have heard about Folsom has always really piqued my interest. I was invited to go out this summer, but the sad truth is I have school and work filling every day of my week, and I can't just take off either. One day...

One more thing to add. One of the MAIN reasons I so desperately wanted to go to Folsom this specific year has to do with the music line up. If you are going to Folsom, and enjoy amazing music: MAKE SURE TO KEEP AN EYE ON THE STAGE. There are a lot of great acts playing, but my favorite is Dragonnette. I LOVE this band, check them out below.