LeatherPlay

Leather play and fucking are just like riding a motorcycle. It all is a total connection. You've got to be aware of
everything that is happening around you. You use all your senses, sight to gage the road which lays ahead, feel
for the asphalt beneath you, sound for what's coming up behind you, smell for the energy burning beneath you -
and you use both hands and both feet. Your whole body takes the road. And the world is right there in your
hands. One slippery oil slick on the road and both I and the bike are down, a possible edge on living or dying, that
fine line for us. Power and vulnerability are never closer.

When I am fucking it is like riding my cycle. Our bodies shifts gear, your's responding to my touch and I
responding to your energy.

There's a real closeness between a man and his bike. It may be a machine, but because of its sensitivity there
is an understanding of how to make the animal put out its best. It is something of the same between two men
who fuck. A man brings another deep into his own dominion to give him the gift of himself.

As an animal he is most secure at the center of the dominion deep within himself that he defends; to invite
another man to enter this territory and to touch the inner strength is a significant gift of love. Something very
intense and very special flows back and forth between two men as they fuck each other - different between
each man but the bonding is bound by a special connection when a man gives not just his whole body while
fucking but his heart and soul.

When a man gives himself over completely into total submission he virtually surrenders his vulnerabilities
unconditionally, without hesitation and with a deep trust. He puts his entire soul and spirit into another man's
hands, knowing that at any given moment this man could easily misuse his power and shatter both the spirit and
body. Power and vulnerability are never closer.

When I am fucking it is like riding my cycle. Inner Freedom and Self Liberation become like a whirlwind and I am
no longer riding down that asphalt; rather I am feeling as if I have vaulted myself to the heavens above, beyond
all barriers with a true sense of both liberation and freedom.

I am careful how I ride that bike and treat that cycle with deep respect and care knowing that without that bike I
am not whole. It is much the same with my partner as it is with the bike. Something that I begin to love and find
myself quickly growing attached to, making it part of me, me a part of it.

When I am fucking I want to be brought deep into your own dominion so that you give me the gift of yourself ---
one of the greatest gifts one can give to another. As fucking physically brings us together, two becoming one, I
wish us to feel as if we have vaulted ourselves up into the cosmos of the universe, two very powerful energies
co-mingling together into a powerful force of love - combined souls, hearts, spirits and minds we would then
pass along to others who walk upon our paths our significant gift of love.

And while we are reaching towards ecstatic heights, I sense that our souls would be floating in a warm sea of
pleasure and gratification as our bodies shimmer with a glorious energy. I would close my eyes and focus on
the cosmos that exists between us as we lay within each other, seeing within my dreams a reflection of myself
and my man in paradise, a man with primal brute strength yet tempered with gentle loving. Reflection has been
transcended by a communion of unity so profound that words are meaningless.

I am a man who desires to love another man as I love my bike. I would love him as I love the universe and life. I
am a man who sees the glory of love and creation. I am a man who will open and share my soul to another man,
one with whom I would give my trust and surrender my heart to. I am a man who would respond only to my
man's happiness, putting his desires and wishes before my own.

I am a man who loves motorcycles. I am a man who loves fucking. I am a man who has much love to give. I am
a man who wants to be loved again. I am who I am - nothing more, nothing less.
Jim Thurman 2000

The infamous Christmas card for 2001.....
it took 25 minutes to get the shot just right
as the photographer, Steve Scott, wanted it all
to look "right" - whatever the fuck "right" is...
and I could hardly wait to get that damn boot off!