Revery
Without really understanding why, I stopped in at a local bar that I rarely frequented these days. I could say I was thirsty, but who ‘really’ goes to a bar just to slake their thirst? I suppose, if you expand your definition of thirst, it might be closer to the truth. Hadn’t been out in what felt like years, though really was only a couple of months. Bar’s in the city, I’m in the ‘burbs. It tends to cater to a clientele affecting an intentionally hyper-masculine demeanor. What can I say, the smell of leather can be an heady scent. Up front, I will admit that I dabble more than embrace the leather lifestyle. I attribute it to the ‘moth/flame’ mentality – the intensity of leather sex is incredibly sexy to me. I’m both titillated and terrified. That smell – of warm leather – took me back to an experience I had years ago. Let me be clear here – I don’t not judge those into leather, in a way I envy them that they've found a place in the universe in which they fit. I liv