Mark I Chester photo of the day
Mark I Chester studio
1229 Folsom St./SF 415-621-6294
November 25, 2011
photo of the day 11/25/2011. photo © Mark I Chester.
photograph of Charles on his motorcycle, South of Market San Francisco, c.
1978-80, from the series, Between a Rock and a Hard Place, 1981.
This Thanksgiving made me think of Thanksgivings past. You see, I had
been brainwashed to believe that my future was to be lived in toilets and
parks furtively looking for sex. I refused to believe that. I didn't
know what my future held, but I knew that they were wrong. I must
admit that I never considered a homosexual social community that was so large that one
could live one's life within its bubble. I had never considered the idea
of a gay family, let alone a gay leather family. So when it happened, it
just took me by surprise. In varying incarnations that changed over time,
we liked each other, we sometimes loved each other and we often had sex
with each other (and believe me those are all different things) and if not
with each other than at the next table or sling to each other at the
Catacombs or the bathhouses or the sex
At Thanksgiving and at
Christmas we gathered together at John's house in Pacific Heights,
stuffing so many men in leather and boots into his Victorian home that
when everyone was seated you literally had to crawl under the extended
table and a gauntlet of leather boots to get out. Which wasn't
necessarily a bad thing. <eg> In retrospect, it was so
innocent. Lost boys. All separated from our families. All with our chosen family of lovers
and brothers. Without precedent, we just made it up as we went along.
You see, I had been
brainwashed to believe that my future was to be lived in toilets and parks
furtively looking for sex. I refused to believe that. I didn't know what
my future held, but I knew that they were wrong.