The popular Eggplant event will be held Friday, July 28, at Rockbar here in NYC
Eggplant is every fourth Friday at Rockbar
Chuck Renslow, the Chicago gay pioneer who founded International Mr. Leather and much more, recently died at age 87. The moderators of the weekly “GAY USA” program — TV’s weekly LGBT news hour — paid tribute to Chuck in their 7/5/17 broadcast.
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Windy City Times obituary here
Gay USA website here
Here’s a follow-up to this recent post about the infamous Mineshaft — the gay s/m underground club in NYC.
The pictures above, including one of proprietor Wally Wallace (of blessed memory) are from the Leather Archives Tumblr page.
They posted a short history here.
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.”
Promoter Dave Stringer Hughes writes,
Eggplant is a new fetish party for NYC. Sex and fetish are fun. Let’s have fun. All gear encouraged. Think: big bad-ass boots, full rubber encasement, football pads, leather aprons, rugby kit, Langlitz and Wescos, harnesses and jocks. Breeches & leather uniforms very much appreciated — this is a listed BLUF event. Whatever turns you on.
Rockbar.
Friday November 11.
10 pm.
185 Christopher Street, at the West Side Highway.
Admission is $2 for people in gear and $5 for people in street clothes. Come in gear and get drink specials, too. We’ll have a coatcheck, so feel free to go hard.
By Steellock
I walked into the bar the following weekend. I had dressed more suitably, and I had been working out in the week, too. Showing were my loose camo trousers and the bottoms of a pair of black boots with white laces. On top there was a white T and my Bleacher jacket. The guy at the top of the stairs had just let me straight through! Nice to be expected!
My cock has been locked in a silicon cage for a week by a chuckling and very sexy barman, and I’m very horny.
My barman was there again. Still in leather bondage shorts, boots and harness and still absolutely fucking gorgeous! Did he even own anything else? He looked up and grinned at me – ‘Hey ready for round 2?’ he called. ‘How close can you judge it this weekend? You want a third session in another week?’ So he had rumbled me. I was hooked and ready for a good night of kink, and he knew it.
The three cages were still there. The standing one with the restraints, the head cage and the large supply of titclamps – that one was intense. The puppy cage with the piss hood and butt fucking machine and then the heavy duty one with the stocks, ankle/wrist bar and estim box.
‘You want more of the same or a change?’ he said, the grin getting wider. ‘We got a new cage, and you will love it. You get to have the cock cage removed too. Got to be good eh?’ He waved at a cloth hanging on the wall. ‘Its behind there — you have to choose without seeing it too!’
