As a complement to the "View from the Bottom", here is an extract of "The view from a sling". I was just reading this article by Geoff Mains and I found it so beautiful that I thought I'd share some lines of it with you. In this passage, Geoff is in a sex club, lying in a sling and being fisted by a man. Two other men are standing at the door and watching at them.

"My top is hardly moving now, his forearm, his clenched fist vibrating slowly inside me, my body responding in waves. With his other hand he slowly swirls Crisco about his wrist, back and forth and about the edges of my hole, probing in between the hole and the arm with his fingers. The poppers are taking full effect now, and I whirl in ecstasy. He stops all movement, except for his forefinger, tickling deep inside. We laugh. I mouth him a kiss. He does the same."

A San Franciscan leatherman, Geoff Mains was born in 1947. This text is an extract of a wonderful article entitled "The View from a Sling" (printed in M. Thompson's Leatherfolk). He was also the author of a 1984 study of the leather subculture, Urban Aboriginals. Leatherfolk has a picture of him that shows a gorgeous smiling bearded sweet man. Thompson writes about him: "By exploring the totality of himself, Geoff Mains gave permission for others to do the same." He died in 1989.

"No, I have no regrets. I will die from this disease that I may have caught in a place like the Slot. It will consume me. Unfortunate, maybe. But I have no regrets. I loved my world."