Rink Around My Rosies

You know what you need when life gets you down? Leathermen at the Roller Rink.

An event like that promises to cure whatever ails you. It was totally worth leaving behind the protective bubble of San Francisco to go “frontiering” in Redwood City at Rainbow Skate, and it happened on the same day President Obama did a little frontiering of his own, staking out brave new territory for a leader of the free world by publicly “affirming” his belief in the right to gay marriage.

We celebrated in true only-in-San-Francisco style, at a quaint roller rink with a wooden floor and no frills, save for a private party of the city’s most respected leathermen, including my hero Race Bannon and a sizeable representation of staff from Mr. S Leather and Folsom Street Events.

The retro soundtrack was provided by DJ DAMnation, none other than Folsom Street Events’ executive director, Demetri Moshoyannis. One of the smoothest skaters on the rink, looking super-sexy in his bedazzled FAGGOT tank top, was Folsom Street Events’ development and projects manager Mitchell Koonce.

The community was out in force, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect to stop taking life and ourselves so damn seriously. It had been a week of controversy in Fagbook land, with a lot of negative chatter about the new Folsom Street Fair poster. What better way to escape the ridiculousness of comments about underrepresentation and a lack of diversity aimed at a poster in which no fewer than 23 people fill the frame?

Thank goodness for Race, who articulately silenced the critics: “Wow. Furry, smooth, younger, older, men, women, FTM, full-figured, gay, lesbian, het, drag queen, sister, Caucasian, Black, Latin…and still not diverse enough? … I know why some people just throw their hands up and give up trying…”
Trying to reverse skate without falling over was much more enjoyable, and it put everything in proper perspective. When did everything that used to be such filthy fun get so stupid serious? Can’t we all just get along? Can’t we put aside our hate and just appreciate?

Well, in our legwarmers and our leathers, with pigtails and dog masks and kneepads, we did all get along, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such pure and innocent fun. There was no alcohol on site, no EMTs removing people from the premises, and absolutely no shit-talking, except for when we collectively cheered the historic moment of Obama’s affirmation. Now ain’t that some shit?

In the most unlikely of places — and on roller skates! — we remembered what life is all about. Just like the simpler disco days gone by, we came together for a little peace, love and happiness, and I’m grateful to Andy Scheer for organizing such a delightful departure from the beaten leather path. It was a perfect warmup (antidote?) to the most serious leather event of all at month’s end, International Mister Leather in Chicago.

My face hurt from smiling as I packed up the skates I hadn’t worn in decades, and for a few hours I had truly taken leave from my cares and troubles. Now that’s the way to BRING IT!


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