Jonalysis

People attending a fetish party in jeans and trainers disappoint me, but so does the jockstrap ‘n’ harness brigade. The reason for the disappointment is the same: these men attend a fetish party without wearing fetish gear.

I am not disappointed because these men do not wear gear that is a fetish for me. I am disappointed because they do not wear gear that is a fetish for them. They don’t put their skin in the game. Or perhaps I should say: they put not much else than their skin in the game. A party for nudists would have been more appropriate a party for them.

Sure: jockstraps and harnesses may actually be fetishes for some of these men. However, I do not think I am incorrect when claiming that more often than not, this is not the case. I’m guessing that some of these almost nude men are lazy fetishists who like to get without going through the trouble of giving. Most of the jockstrap men probably just want to party and the theme of the party is of little concern to them. Perhaps they are not fetishists at all.

Disagreements about dress codes will continue as long as there are parties where abiding by some sort of a dress code is expected. Perhaps one should just try to look at the bright side of things. In a party of fifty men, I’d be ecstatic if forty men wore leather. Perhaps I should be just as ecstatic in a party of five hundred men and a dubious dress code. After all, there is still bound to be at least forty men in leather.

(This post was inspired by Straitjacketed’s experiences at a Recon Full Fetish party.)

In the book “Ilo joka elättelöö” by Heli Laaksonen, music producer Riku Mattila presents two reasons for the great success of Lauri Tähkä & Elonkerjuu. One of them is “Lauri’s massive sex appeal”:

The contemporary Finnish rock star that we have grown accustomed to: an ironist, who wears shabby black and has for five years grown his beard that is supposed to reflect his intellect. You cannot tell whether he is bitching at you or whether he is entertaining you. He is never serious about anything, he is so clever. But so rock. Only a Pamela from America with silicone boobs is good enough a woman for him.

As an antithesis to this type of a character, Lauri Tähkä stands on a field (!). He laughs with his whole face; he is wholesome, straightforward, strong arms ready to carry a maiden into a hay barn. A stunningly sovereign male for Finnish women.

Mattila’s opinion confirms my beliefs. As I wrote about a year ago, if I go to a gig, it is usually not because I like what I hear but because I like what I see. I am sure I am not the only one who acts this way.