Check out the dress code from the Mineshaft:
Does anybody remember the Mineshaft? That was before my own time, but I did know its manager, Wally Wallace — who was a fixture of NYC’s gay leather scene for decades. According to legend, Wally once denied entry to the Mineshaft to Elton John, because the pop star showed up in violation of the above-mentioned dress code.
As for me, the closest I ever got to the Mineshaft was seeing the 2012 Off Off Broadway play “A Night at the Mineshaft.”
You can read articles about the Mineshaft here and here.
Article about leather traditions and protocols here.
And, for a feel of that era, also check out the 1980 movie “Cruising.”
Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
Who remembers Bondagegate?
Sadly his blog is long gone, but damn it was hot with great pictures and great first-person accounts from his prisoners.
This is me tied up securely several years back by rcbondo. If you look closely you can see the birthmark on my right arm.
Those who were around in the mid 90s might remember the Men of Discipline. Here are some pictures I stole off their website a long time ago:
If I remember correctly, they had chapters in NYC, Washington DC and San Francisco. I used to secretly watch two of their founding members, Julio and Tom, walking up and down the Christopher Street piers on Sunday afternoons.
The first leather hood I ever owned, worn by a close friend. I bought the hood at the Leather Man on Christopher Street. I still have the hood. And the friend.
Before Al Gore invented the internet, I had to go to the adult bookstore for gay bondage porn stories. That’s how old I am. One of my favorite periodicals was Manifest Reader, and this is my favorite issue because of a story it had about a traveling handcuff salesman who gets tricked into overnight bondage by a hitchhiker.