PRESS RELEASE
Classic Meets Fetish is the world’s first fetish classical concert is taking place in Berlin at Folsom Europe 2015.
This year at FOLSOM EUROPE in Berlin there will be a few brand new and exciting additions to the regular and popular program. For the first time this year there will be a Cigar Lounge at „Café des Artistes“, Fuggerstraße 35, right in the centre of all the action: the hang-out for lovers of big cigars and leather uniforms.
There will also be something particularly unique and extraordinary taking place internationally for the first time ever:
FETISH MEETS CLASSIC, a classical concert for and by guys in fetish.
A small group of professional international, musicians – some of them even professionally and internationally acclaimed – will perform selected pieces from the classical world, covering both well-known and not so well-known composers from Brahms to Tschaikowsky. Sung by a hunky baritone singer or played four-hands, solo or in duet on the piano, flute, violin and clarinet. The handsome and sexy musicians will all be wearing their favorite fetish outfits and promise to please both the eyes and the ears of the fetish audience (dresscode: Leather, Rubber, Skin, Army) in a uniquely sexy atmosphere. This evening is not only for fans of classical music, but for everyone who would like to experience some culture in the fetish sub-culture.
The concert will take place in Hamburger Mary’s (Axel Hotel, Lietzenburger Str. 13-15, 10789 Berlin, Germany) on ‚Folsom Thursday‘, 10 September. Sponsored by MrB Berlin, Europas biggest name for fetish clothing and accessories and the community association “Berlin Leder und Fetisch e.V.” it will be for everyone present an unforgettable experience.
There are only 80 seats available (free choice of seating) and at 25€ per person, it’s an affordable event for all budgets. The profit from FETISH MEETS CLASSIC will be donated to local Berlin charities.
„Our events in Europe are for many guys just too sex-orientated!“ explained Tyrone Rontganger, German Mr Leather 2013 & 2014, as well as the X-Awards ‚Europe’s Man of the Year 2015’, the event’s organisor. „Not everyone comes to Folsom Berlin in fetish only to have sex. A lot of guys come here just to have a good time in their gear and enjoy a weekend with their partners or friends and perhaps to meet new, like-minded people. Of course, when you put your leathers on you feel and look horny, but there should be more to these events than just having sex everywhere”. He added: “A classical concert fits perfectly into the FOLSOM concept, I believe, because music both connects and liberates!”
Get your tickets and more information at Mr B Berlin, Motzstraße 22, 10777 Berlin, Germany or at www.blf.de.
Classic Meets Fetish, Hamburger Mary’s in Axel Hotel, Lietzenburger Str. 13/15, 10789 Berlin, Germany. Thursday, 10 September 2015, 8 – 10pm. Tickets 25€, on sale from 4 August.
1. Jaco Lourens - For those who don't already know, please tell us about yourself and your connection with the Leather world and where we would have seen you.
Ric Poston - I am an openly gay man with two grown children and five grandchildren. I am a professional firefighter and rancher. I was introduced to the Leather community in 1982, while living in Oklahoma. I fell in love with the Leather life-style and what I believe Leather stands for. After years of living Leather and educating myself within the Leather community, I felt a need to run for a Leather title as a positive role model.
2. Jaco - Please tell us what your profession is and how long have you been involved with it?
Ric - I have been a professional fire fighter for the past five years.
3. Jaco - Are you affiliated with any bars or clubs, would you tell us more about the history?
Ric - My home bar is the Denver Wrangler. My relationship with the Denver Wrangler goes back 12 years, when I first moved to Denver, Colorado. As the Wrangler is a bear and Leather bar, I have competed and produced contests at the Wrangler. To satisfy the fetish side of the Leather community, I hosted a calendar signing charity event which is now going into its third year. This project brings together both the straight and gay communities together.
4. Jaco - Tell us about your charity involvement and goals and about the calendar you appear in.
Ric - Every week, the Denver Wrangler sponsors a beer bust to support a variety of charities. I occasionally pour beer for organizations that support my brothers' events. My biggest accomplishment was being a model in the 2014 Colorado Firefighter Calendar, and helping raise over $100,000 for the Children's Burn Unit & Burn Camp. I also appeared in the 2015 HomoRodeo.com Calendar to help raise funds for contestants competing at the IGRA Rodeo. The accomplishment closest to my heart would be mentoring a Leather brother that went on to capture the current title of Mr. Oklahoma Leather, Richard Ziese. My next goal to achieve is to be in a Leather calendar that will help further my career as a porn model.
5. Jaco - Tell us about your home life and do you have a chosen family?
Ric - My home life consists of a loving, supporting husband. Colt is educating himself to find his way into the Leather community. He is my biggest supporter in my career as a firefighter, Leather life style and porn model.
6. Jaco - We both share a similar interest, IML (International Mr. Leather) you competed in 1999, please share with us your experience of the event, how did it impact you as a person?
Ric - What's the fondest memory you had running that year? Event was very intense. It proved to me that the influence of Leather was far greater than I could ever imagine. The impact on my life confirmed the influence a Leather leader can have in the community with your fellow brothers and sisters. It proved to that everyone has a responsibility to share their story, whenever asked, as you never know when someone is listening.
7. Jaco - You are a well-recognized porn star, what got you started in the business, what makes you unique and can you tell us some of your favorite moments?
Ric - I was approached by a recruiting agent from a production company at the Denver Wrangler to interview and audition. I fit the bill for a dominant muscle-bear daddy, which allows me to perform across the genres of gay porn: muscle worship, silver daddy, and bear. I have a natural ability to satisfy the viewers fantasies as if they were in the scene. One of my favorite moments was when I was filmed with a famous porn star, by the name of Steve Parker. It was a voyeur's dream come true..., including mine. He was my mentor to the industry, and I learned more from him than anyone else in porn. He taught me that your imagination has no boundaries.
8. Jaco - Who is the most influential person and why?
Ric - My son and daughter are the most influential two in my life. They have always given me unconditional love and support. They have always believed in me and led me to believe that you can achieve anything you set your mind to do. Our relationship is something most parents would die for and is only achieved through honesty - no matter what the outcome. I am who I am because of their love and support.
9. Jaco - If you could be anyone dead or alive (not yourself) who would you be and why?
Ric - Joe Gallagher. I have always admired him for everything that he’s done in his lifetime for the Leather community. Mr. Gallagher has always answered any and all questions I might have had about our community. He is definitely a huge inspiration to me.
10. Jaco - What do you see for the future porn in the world?
Ric - I see acceptance in all genres of life. I want people to look at my movies to explore their inner thoughts, and desires without questioning who they are.
11. Jaco - Tells us who your favorite fellow star you appeared with, and why?
Jaco - Is there another scene that you can think of that you would like to do with him and please set the scene for us? Steve Parker is my favorite fellow porn star. He is totally dedicated to the profession, and is one hell of a gentleman. He believed in me and gave me all the right advice about the industry. I am at the fire house when alarm is sent for a fire-rescue situation. When we arrive at the emergency scene, I enter the structure and become quickly involved in the fire. I find Steve in his bedroom totally nude, watching porn.... After rescuing him from the structure that becomes a total loss, Steve feels the need to find me and reward me for my efforts.
PRESS RELEASE
The Leslie J. Anderson Bootblack Foundation was developed in order to honor and reward Leather Community Bootblacks who contribute to their Community, and to build future horizons for bootblacks to learn more and perfect the craft. A portion of the Foundation's funds will be to assist Community Bootblacks for various small emergencies and travel funds.
The first fundraising contribution The Leslie J. Anderson Bootblack Foundation made, was to the 2015 IML Bootblack Travel Fund. At International Mr. Leather, $500.00 was raised and gifted to Bamm Bamm the Winner of the 2015 International Mr. Bootblack Contest.
The recipient for the 2015 Leslie J. Anderson Bootblack Foundation will be announced at a further date.
For further information, please visit us at: www.thebootblackdaddy.com
Founder: Leslie J. Anderson
President: C. Creane
TLJ's Week in Leather executive Producer will be interviewing Leslie Anderson on Week In Leather, airing 6pm August 5. 2015.
This is the second of a five part series by Cyn Duby. O' Captain! My Captain! is wartime male on male graphic erotic novella containing a bit of BDSM. You might want to check out PART ONE first.
Cade was healing, just not fast enough for his liking. He hated being dependent and he hated even more that things were out of his control. On top of that, he was stir-crazy. Always a man of action, being holed up in a cave waiting for his body to mend was almost unbearable.
He'd taken to exercising what muscles he could. As long as he didn't overdo it and avoided using his injured abs, he made progress. While is body was healing slowly, his mind was another story.
He'd taken to picking Jordan's brain to fend off the boredom. The man was a walking encyclopedia of literature and that was proving an excellent diversion. While Cade listened, Jordan recited passages from memory. Poems, sonnets, prose, lyrics – Jordan was a treasure trove of knowledge and Cade was grateful.
He fell asleep that night to the stanzas of Charge of the Light Brigade.
#
Cade had four things on his mind. It had been two weeks stuck in the cave and, while they weren't out of food, he figured they were getting close. They'd have to forage and hunt soon, since he was still too weak to venture out and they had no idea where the front was, anyway. They were still keeping radio silence.
The second thing on his mind was a bath. He needed to wash the grime, blood, and sweat off his body and was going to tell Jordan that he'd fucking crawl to the water if he didn't get help from the lieutenant. He didn't care at this point how he got there, as long as he did. And after said bath, he wanted a smoke. If they didn't find cigars or cigarettes in one of the packs he was liable to start chewing his lieutenant's head off.
It was the last issue plaguing him that had him stumped. The lieutenant was writing. He had a notebook in which he wrote anytime he wasn't busy doing something else. Cade wanted to know what was going through the young man's head and he was determined to find out. That Jordan was careless with his journal would be helpful when Cade went to make his move. It was figuring out how to get rid of the lieutenant that was the missing piece of the plan forming in his head.
"You up for a little recon, boy?"
Jordan looked up, wide eyed. "Yes, sir."
"Don't go more than a hundred yards out. But take a good look around for anything military and possible hunting spots. I'd like you to test the radio while you're at it but then head back. If you're gone longer than half an hour, I'm gonna come after your ass."
"Yes, sir."
Jordan would be busy for a bit. The boy was nothing if not thorough. As soon as he'd left, Cade scrambled over to Jordan's pack and yanked the notebook out from under it. He lay on his back, panting and holding his abs, while he skimmed the pages.
As he slowed down, actually paying close attention to the words, his mouth went dry. What he read was not what he expected: letters home, military notes, half-baked poetry, something along the lines of what most servicemen wrote. What he found instead were musings of a very graphic and intimate nature ... about him.
He chuckled, closed the notebook, and scrambled back to where he'd been before. Now he had a new issue to think about: just what action he should take in light of what he'd just discovered about his very good looking and, obviously, gay lieutenant.
It wasn't more than ten minutes before Jordan came back into the cave. "Well, sir, we're stuck here. The radio works, but we're about thirty-five miles behind enemy lines. I overheard an enemy patrol talking so we lucked out there. I can see several places where we could hunt or gather edible plants. I can go back out later tonight and gather some food and set some traps.
Cade was grinning by the time he reached the end of his recitation. "Very good, boy. I'm impressed. I suggest we eat and then I demand a bath along with your assistance." He watched Jordan gulp and tried not to chuckle. "You could use one, too, no doubt."
"Yes, sir, no doubt."
This is the first of a five part series by Cyn Duby. O' Captain! My Captain! is wartime male on male graphic erotic novella containing a bit of BDSM.
Once upon a time, two women stumbled upon an artist's loft in the Wilshire district of Lost Angels. There was an event to be held, a fundraiser for a large gathering of artists and geeks, fans and personalities, writers and merchants, and everything queer in between. This event, this fete, was to help fund that gathering of souls. And what an event it was. For these two women both of whom played for both teams, this was a veritable treasure trove of eye candy. While the models posed in costumes, artists drew them with great talent and enthusiasm. The energy bubbled while the scratches of charcoal and pencil were the only sounds as they were dragged across the paper.
In the cave sat the women, watching and enjoying the view. When the scene would shift, the bears and wolves, the cubs and pups would saunter into the cave to change. Amidst discussions of cock rings and the straightening of jock straps came quiet banter and laughter. The bears and wolves loved showing off.
Body paint was added to heighten the scene and accentuate the rugged yet graceful lines of muscle and flesh. And so it went on for hours, each scene more delicious and very worthy of a neighboring city that was filled to brimming with eye candy and delectable shows: WeHo. The women discussed the scenery and joked with the growly bears and quiet wolves and all was well – until the last scene.
A bench was placed center stage and the two actors took their places. They shifted, trying to find a position they could hold for the time it would take to render their sublime forms onto canvas. Finally settled, one appearing dead, head on the other man's lap, they posed.
And the following story came to mind:
O' Captain! My Captain!
By Cyn Duby
Dedicated to Dan, the wolf, and his pup, Matt
Cade Archer figured he was dying. His hand held his abs and the slickness of the blood told him he was still losing copious amounts of the red fluid ... more than he could afford to, anyway. It probably served him right for being the captain of a group of mercenaries.
He remembered crawling toward one of his injured men. He'd almost made it. Reaching out from behind a fallen tree he could just touch his fingertips to the boy's hand. He'd stretched a little further but was still unable to grasp the hand that lay limp in the layer of leaves that covered the forest floor.
Finally, he crouched low and sprang forward, grabbed the hand firmly before flinging himself back. He hadn't been fast enough and now he lay on the damp, musty earth bleeding out. He thought he could faintly feel the lifeless hand still grasped in his own, but wasn't sure. Over the rasp of his breathing, he heard crickets chirping and tried to speak. He opened his mouth but only soundless air exited. He was unable to even croak at the crickets to shut up so he could hear.
He felt hands on his abs, pain forcing him to catch his breath. The hands moved to his extremities and then disappeared. Then they were back. Strong arms lifted him up and the unsteady gait of his rescuer sent agony through his torso, shooting up his neck, and exploding in his head. He couldn't feel his legs and could barely tell what his arms were doing. One particularly hard jolt caused him to groan before everything went black.
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Dripping water. Cade shivered and tried to process his surroundings without opening his eyes. He realized he was back on the cold, hard ground. And then a wet cloth was dragged across his face. He tried to open his eyes, but could see nothing. There was something over his face, rendering him blind. Cade tried, and failed, to lift his hand to the offending bandage. Too weak to move, he gave up.
When he came to again, he heard murmuring and his head was elevated, supported by something firm and warm. He could barely make out the voice and what the man holding him was saying. "My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, walk the deck, my Captain lies, fallen cold and dead."
Cade frowned. Really? Walt Whitman? The cold, wet cloth was drawn across his face, back and forth. When it went over his lips, Cade bit it, sucking it into his mouth to pull the moisture in so it would trickle down his throat. The cloth was removed and replaced several times. As soon as he felt he could speak, he grabbed the hand and growled, "Not dead yet, lieutenant. Shut the fuck up."
"You're awake! Um, this is Ash Jordan, sir."
Cade went to speak again but had to clear his throat. "I figured that out, poet. Now report."
"Um, we're behind enemy lines now, sir. The front moved eastward, past us. I think you and I are all that's left."
"Fuck."
Cade's mind was reeling. Ash Jordan was a good man, though fairly green. He had medical skills - which was a plus given how badly Cade figured he was injured. He reached for his abs and found them tightly bound. That was probably for the best. "Why is there a bandage on my head, Jordan?"
"You got a nasty cut across your forehead. Let me see if it's still bleeding."
"You do that, boy."
The bandage was unwound slowly and, after a few turns of the gauze, Cade could see light through the loose weave of the cloth. He squinted at the source of light and grimaced. Finally, the last of the gauze fell away and Cade's eyes fluttered in an effort to stay open. He could see, though, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"What supplies do we have and where in the fuck are we?"
"In a well hidden cave, sir. We have my medical bag, both our packs plus two more I was able to drag in here, a half decent supply of food rations, and the radio."
Cade cocked an eyebrow, impressed. "Maybe not all is lost. Radio working?"
The lieutenant bit his lip. "I haven't tried, sir. I figured silence was paramount given that we're in enemy territory."
"Fine. We'll try later. Now, let's get some food and fluids into us and start planning."
Cade went to sit up, almost passing out from the pain and light headedness that crashed over him like a tidal wave. "Fuck," he spat out before lying back down with a thud and a grunt.
"Sir, I don't think you should try to move yet."
"Right, Einstein. At least help me sit up so I can eat something. How bad are my guts?"
The lieutenant bit his lip, something that Cade would have found attractive if he wasn't in so much pain.
"There's a hole, sir. It's wider than it is deep, though, and, as far as I can tell, your guts are intact. I sewed you shut after getting it as clean as I could."
Cade nodded once. "How are we for water?"
Jordan smiled. "Very good, sir. There's a pool fed by a steam further back in the cave. It's nice and clean. And, we're deep enough into the cave and there's good enough ventilation that we might be able to risk a fire."
Cade cocked an eyebrow and tried to smile. "Things are looking up then, boy. About that food and water ..."
"Yes, sir."
Jordan scrambled off and lit a fire. Cade was left sitting against a rock, mind reeling. There was hope, albeit scant at best. He was lucky, and not just medically, that it was Jordan he was stuck with. The boy was easy on the eyes and, apparently, had a decent brain in his head. The poetry, though ...
Jordan was back at his side, with a canteen full of water, and some food. Cade grunted his thanks and attempted to feed himself. He cursed his weakness, though, when he dropped the spoon in the mess dish. "Fuck all ..."
"Here, sir, let me help you."
Cade opened his mouth to protest and found the spoonful of food inside. He chewed, swallowed, and decided not to argue with his babysitter.
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