Seen on the Street, in Leather

Seen recently, in Andersonville. Two leathermen. Muscular, confident, proud. These two fine specimens of the modern leatherman were out walking their dog.

Their dog is a petite poodle, on a pink leash, named Fifi.

Seen several years ago, Halsted Market Days. A different pair of muscular leathermen, walking down the street. One had a (leather) backpack. The other fellow turns to the backpack-toter and says, "I need to get my bottle of water out of the backpack."

What makes this story sad is that the voice that issued forth from that muscular leatherman was, well.... nelly. As in fey. As in by comparison, Paul Lynde was butch.

Are you a hot, muscular man thinking of going out and about clad in black leather? Please, take a moment to look around. Are any of your dog's accessories pink? Could you play Charles Nelson Reilly in a movie? Do you immediately know what I mean when I ask, "Does anyone still wear a hat?"

If you answer yes to any of these questions, please put the leather clothes back in the closet.