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A request for help

I am running for SELF leatherboy in June. To do this I need to put together an auction basket. To do that I need donations from my amazing crafty friends. If you make or have something you'd like to donate please contact me here or by email, scleatherboy2011@yahoo.com

I greatly appreciate any help anyone can give.

In leather,
Boy Andy

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Weirdest scene music ever

I never realized how having toddlers in the home can change your play. It just hadn't really come up for us thus far. But, last night Master and his Lady decided they wanted to play me in my room. I have the baby monitor in my room because i'm the one who gets up with them in the middle of the night and in the morning. So as we moved to my bed to continue our play we heard the boys giggling and the dulcet sounds of Barney the singing freaking dinosaur over the speaker. It was by far the weirdest music i have ever scened or screwed to.

Oh, and being bitten on the ankle fucking hurts!! Just sayin!

Love and hugs,

Warning...a little TMI follows

So, i haven't used this journal in a while and it was starting to feel very neglected. Most of my blogging is done over on Fet now. But, i thought i'd post a little TMI tidbit over here. Life is going pretty good for me these days and this morning was one of those mornings that reminded me just how good.

Last night my Master had teased the shit out of me and then sent me to bed horny and panting. Told me if i was a good boi then he'd finish in the morning. I guess i was a good boi, because just before 8 this morning my blankets were yanked down and he grabbed my shoulder and turned me over. As i've been trained, i immediately started paying proper attention to his boy bits (lol). I melted when he grabbed me and told me to get on all fours. He savagely took me all the time telling me what a good boi i was. After he shot and i had had like 5 orgasms myself, he pulled out and i cleaned him up. He walked away calling over his shoulder for me to make his coffee.

I still can't get the goofy grin off my face. I got him ready for work and now i'm listening to our kids playing in the living room. Life really is good now that i've figured out that you can balance vanilla and lifestyle. My partners are incredible people and we have amazing children. Life is good.

Lots of leatherlove,


I am missing a bunch of people. My family is fractured and my heart is hurting. I feel like the little 7 year old all over again, wondering why only half of my family was together. Back then i wondered all the time where my Daddy was. Tonight the little girl inside of me is crying out for her Papa. She wants someone to hold her and read her stories and snuggle her to sleep, to kiss her on the forehead and tell her they love her before tucking her into bed. She wants someone to color pretty pictures for. I'm trying to take care of her as best i can, but how can i when its taking everything i have to hold myself together? I just want a little break. I want to be able to scream and cry and let everything i'm holding in out. I was told by so many people this weekend how wonderful and amazing i looked and how happy i seemed. The mask is cracking. I'm tired of pretending i'm fine. The truth is, even in a crowd of amazing friends, protectors, family, and guardian angels, i am lonely, scared, hurt, and tired. Will someone please invent a time machine so i can go back and change history?

Might as well give it a shot

Come on...boost my self-esteem:

If you had me alone, locked up in your house, for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me/you/us do?

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Re-post this in your journal and see what kind of responses you get.

For those who are concerned

I am okay. I was having a very bad day on Monday and there seemed to be no end in sight to the bad news. To those who called or left comments, please know how much i appreciate it, i'm just not ready to talk about things right now. I love you all though.

To Feyrie...I know 2010 is in just over a day, i promise to call.

With love,

I have this friend

And today is her birthday.
I called her on the phone.
We laughed.
She is amazing.
Sometimes, just hearing her voice makes me feel better.
She is the greatest big sister in the whole wide world!
And typically i would insert some body part reference here,
but in the spirit of your birthday,
I love you Elegant!
Happy happy Birthday!


 So, i'm finally awake and past the drops.

Wow....just wow.

I had no clue what to expect walking into ICBB. All i knew is what i had been told by others. I had no idea how this event would affect me personally. Before this weekend, i don't think i understood the term "brotherhood." When i ran for my SELF Bootblack title, i competed against myself. I wasn't sure what it would be like to compete with 7 other people. It was so amazing. 

Throughout the weekend there were shouts of encouragement, back slaps, tins of polish chunked across a room to help someone out. There were more hugs and cuddles and snuggles than i've ever experienced. There was someone to dry your tears when you felt like you had just blown a portion of the contest. There was aspirin or aleve or ibuprofen when you had a headache. There was always Mountain Dew for just the right pick me up. And you never knew when one or more of us would burst out with "Bird is the word" LMAO!! 

Fun is the only true way i can think of to describe this event. I had such an amazing freaking time. The staff, the producers, the judges, the attendees, the Sirs and boys, and especially the other blacks made this event the highlight of my year. I may not have come home with an international title (but hey, 3rd place at a competition of this caliber is nothing to sneeze at), but i sure as heck came home with 7 new brothers and sisters, 20 other amazing men who i stood on stage with as classmates, more friends than a boi has the right to hope for, and the knowledge that i did my region, my Owner, my family, and my friends proud. I did the best job possible and i'm proud of myself and every single person who had the guts to get out on that stage in San Francisco.

Thank you first to the people who helped me get to San Francisco, everyone who helped with my initial fundraiser in January, the Lloyd E Russell Foundation, and my family. This would never have been possible without the financial support i received. 

Thank you to my Owner for traveling with me and being able to step out of our roles for a few days and just be whatever was needed at the time. I will also add here how very proud i am of You. You were amazing for each and every one of us in so many different ways. I watched You grow this weekend in ways even you didn't think possible. I love you...You suck!

Thank you to my family for supporting me in this endeavor and for holding down the fort while we were gone. Its always sad to be away but oh so good to come home. 

To Archer, Elegant, Q, Nef, and Kristen...thank you for always being there with whatever was needed at any given time. You were all the most amazing den staff/handlers/coordinators we possibly could have hoped for.

Thank you to my producers. You couldn't go with me, but i always felt like you were there no matter what. Your support was unfailing every step of the way.

To every person i met, spoke to, or interacted with in any way this weekend, know that you impacted my life for the better and for always. 

To Brandon, Blast, Diamond Jack, boy blu, Chris, Kyle, and Evan...you guys are all amazing, i couldn't be prouder to consider you all my brothers/sisters. We have to stick together. We will always be the ICBB Class of 2009 "The Year of the Bird" and the Frat Boys of Leather. 

To Evan, Congratulations and good luck. You deserved it brother. Love you.

Much love and humble gratitude,

As promised...

So that silken shadow doesn't pout...here's the pic of my new cutting....

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