{"id":901,"date":"2010-08-18T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-18T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=901"},"modified":"2016-05-03T06:09:36","modified_gmt":"2016-05-03T10:09:36","slug":"guest-blog-straight-guy-and-leather-gear-pt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=901","title":{"rendered":"Guest Blog: Straight Guy and Leather Gear, Pt. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\"><i>Dear Readers:  this post was written by a friend who I invited to write a guest blog series about his thoughts about wearing leather gear.  He is straight, married with children, and has interests that parallel mine.  Enjoy a series of great reads!<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;BHD<\/i><\/p>\n<hr color=\"blue\" size=\"3\">Young Adulthood<\/p>\n<p>First of all let me start out by saying that if this blog entry got out amongst my fellow Baptist friends I&#8217;d pretty much be finished!  I&#8217;m not ignorant, I know it is going out onto the Internet, however in a somewhat anonymous fashion.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpbyF09ceI\/AAAAAAAACfg\/YjxUWNrcG14\/s1600\/Us.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpbyF09ceI\/AAAAAAAACfg\/YjxUWNrcG14\/s320\/Us.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506314410529747426\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Since turning 40 two years ago I am finding that I really care less and less what other people think about me.  I used to care a lot.  I would dress to be accepted by my conservative friends;  use language that would be accepted by my conservative friends, eat and drink in a way that would be accepted by my conservative friends &#8230; Notice a pattern?  I am also a Christian and I would try and act in a way that would be a reflection of Christ.<\/p>\n<p>So what happened?  Simple.  I started a little business making leather wrist cuffs, and I immensely enjoy it.  I like making the stuff, selling the stuff, taking it to shows,  doing custom orders&#8230;all of it.  For the first time in a long time I really enjoy my work!<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpZ7dvCK4I\/AAAAAAAACfQ\/edMvqtg6r8I\/s1600\/1999.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpZ7dvCK4I\/AAAAAAAACfQ\/edMvqtg6r8I\/s320\/1999.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506312372542909314\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I think I have always loved leather.  Actually I have but I didn&#8217;t know it.  As a youth I was always attracted to slick shiny things.  In the 70s it was anything satin.  In the 80s it was vinyl and latex.  I worked in a call center with no dress code and in the late 80s and early 90s I would wear latex jeans to work.  I had several colors.  I liked the way they looked but they were hot and sticky.  I had not yet considered leather.<\/p>\n<p>In my 30s I started noticing leather; but I wasn\u2019t really into it.  I thought a pair of leather pants might be cool to have, and I have always liked boots.  In my 20s I was a deputy sheriff and I wore boots as part of my uniform.  The boots represented rigidness and adherence to a code.  When they get dingy you can shine them up and they look new.  They stand out no matter what you are wearing.  They represent order and neatness.  I&#8217;ve always had at least one good pair of leather boots.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpa5r2S4dI\/AAAAAAAACfY\/tW8qd2j3M8c\/s1600\/ITGuy2004.JPG\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/TGpa5r2S4dI\/AAAAAAAACfY\/tW8qd2j3M8c\/s320\/ITGuy2004.JPG?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506313441483350482\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>In my late 30s I was an I.T. manager for a manufacturing company. I was there for five years.  I remember how I hated going up to that office every day and sit in that little room with no windows.  I was making good money but I absolutely hated going to work.  One day the boss came in and fired me.  He said it was nothing personal he just wanted to try something different.<\/p>\n<p>His choice didn&#8217;t really work out for him.  The brain-child that wooed him into the decision to get rid of me only stayed a short time and left a big mess. I came out of it with the thought that I would never again put myself in a position where I could be fired.  (Just wait for it.  I am going somewhere with this.)<\/p>\n<p>One of the things I did when I had the I.T. job is shave my head.  I was getting a little thin atop.  Bald was making its appearance and I liked the bald-goatee look.  My boss told me I looked like a gay forest ranger.  I didn&#8217;t know there was a stereotype there.  It may have led to the demise of my job.  Of course there is no way to know.<\/p>\n<p>After loosing the job I went through a year of depression.  Serious depression.  I came out of it with the help of Prozac, and Vitamin D.  I no longer take the Prozac finding that probably some good counseling and vitamin D was what I really needed.<\/p>\n<p>I am now in a good place.  I have decided that even though it is a little selfish, I am half way through my life and I am going to care less about what people think about me and do what I like.  I am going to embrace my passion.<\/p>\n<p><i>Check back tomorrow for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=902\" target=\"_blank\">Part Two: Embracing My Passion<\/a>.<br \/><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Readers: this post was written by a friend who I invited to write a guest blog series about his thoughts about wearing leather gear. He is straight, married with children, and has interests that parallel mine. 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