June is such a special month for so many of us in the Leather Community. In June Pride month is in full swing and San Francisco is no exception. The SF Pride weekend was such an amazing experience. On Friday night I marched with some of my leather community in the annual Trans March. It was really special to march with my lovers, and my community. This is always one of the events that makes me feel the happiest.


Saturday was the Dykes on Bikes fundraiser where I bootblack my heart out. During their fundraiser I was tested with the most complicated pair of boots I’d ever worked on. A friend of mine is a Butcher. And they brought me their work boots with over a years worth of caked on meat gristle.


Sunday is the big show: The parade down Market Street. This year I had the amazing privilege of being nominated for Leather Pride Marshall in San Francisco. I got to represent the Southwest Bootblack Title from a position of high recognition at this years Pride Parade. Each year San Francisco nominated one male and one female Pride Marshall. I had been nominated earlier this year, and made it past the first round of cuts. If you are nominated you get a medallion, a banner, and you get to ride the pride route at the front of the leather contingent in a human pony drawn carriage.

What a treat that was!


I’d never ridden in a human pony cart before, so the weekend before the parade, I met up with some of the ponies in Golden Gate park and did a practice trot. That way I didn’t make a fool of myself on Parade Day. Special thanks to Team Lighting for helping me get comfortable on the cart! And huge thanks to Athena and her pony Sparky for being my transportation during the parade.


The Leather contingent organized itself as a bit of a RESIST march this year, with banners proclaiming “IMPEACH” and “RESIST.” I’ve tried to stay politically active this year. As sexual outlaws, and other oppressed minorities, I think continued resistance is critical to our survival during this administration. Pride is political. The first pride parades were protest marches, and June always gives me some time to reflect on that.



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