Autumn brings us to the beginning of the end of another Mr. Leatherman Toronto’s title year and without question my congratulations go out to those 2009 titleholders, Peter Dillon and his crew. I have experienced first hand the ups and downs that unkowingly await a leather titleholder and Mr. Dillon has done both Toronto and those who came before him proud.

As for MLT the organization, honestly I cannot say much, I know what the average Joe on the street knows. Despite many disgruntled opinions from the unknown masses, it appears business as usual and MLT 2010 is holding strong. Joshua McPherson has won Mr. Black Eagle 2010, Graham-Martin Campbell took the title of Mr. Barn Leather 2010, Mr. Firkin Leather is to be named at Leather Brunch on October 18th, Mr. Spearhead will be announced at the Eagle on October 15th and Mr. Gladman’s Den is currently looking for contestants to find successor. There has been no word from the Priape/Woody’s and Steamworks camps and with Zeldas in admidsts its rellocation I do not expect a Mr. Zeldas this year. So all in all things seem to be shaping up well and I am looking forward to the new reign.

After my year as MLT I have opted to stay out of the politics and what boards of Directors do, he said/she said and rumours of poor behaviour are enough to turn anyone off anything. My support and dedication will always lie with the individual(s) who put themselves under the microscope and represent. So to the class of 2010 good luck, have fun and I look forward to meeting you. Just by stepping forward you have shown you got balls, and as anyone who knows me can attest to, I do so admire balls.

For most people the 21st of September marks the official end of summer, but for a reality TV junkie like myself the crowning of Jordan as season eleven Big Brother Champion means fall has arrived.

Television has influenced much of my life since my early sexual attractions to Mr. Grant as a youngster. That in itself should have been an early warning system to a lifetime of off centre sexual behaviours, not that it would have changed my fate anyhow. How excited was I though when this summer it all came together? My love of internet cruising, sexual adventures, and the Mary Tyler Moore Show landed me in Minneapolis. Read the full story

I returned from a two week vacation in the United Kingdom last week and being a leather/fetish columnist I expected to have at least one or two tawdry tidbits from across the pond. In fact, all the leather gear I brought with me put my bag overweight. I started my holiday off on the floor of a very crowded Pearson airport pulling various dead cow accessories out of my bag and cramming them into an Air Canada box, sealing all my dirty little disguises with tape before I could continue on my journey. Read the full story

My ‘Handy Lerner’s Dictionary’ defines pride as “pleasure in what you (or someone connected with you) can do or have done well.” Here we are 2009 on the precipice of another pride and looking at this rather broad yet simple defenition leaves me cause to reflect on prides of my past. Have I been a good faggot? Have I done it well? Do I find pleasure in it? Read the full story