The New Sexual Mavericks
A term I’ve often heard used to describe BDSM and kinky folks, particular kinky gay men, is sexual mavericks. At least I used to hear that term often. Not so much nowadays.
One dictionary defines a maverick as “someone who exhibits great independence in thought and action.” Sounds like a great thing doesn’t it? And it is, but I fear there’s not as much of that going on these days as I’d like. I do have hope though.
Don’t get me wrong. There are absolutely more sexually experimental people active these days and that’s a great thing. The world is a better place for it. However, along with the increased popularity and openness of sexual exploration, I noticed a trend toward conformity and homogenization that I found concerning.
For a while it seemed everyone had to contribute their two cents about how some particular form of alternative sexuality was best done, particularly in what we refer to as the leather world. I’m not talking about technique or safety issues. I’m talking about the more nebulous aspects of sexuality – role dynamics, protocol, dress and behavior. Amidst the leather ranks I heard constant references to the Old Guard and their proper ways. Overly romanticized notions of the Old Guard, much of which doesn’t resemble reality in my opinion, were trotted out as some sort of ideal to which we should all aspire. Anything that’s talked about with such religious zeal makes me nervous, and it should you too.
A lot of self-appointed experts also added their proclamations into the mix. Master-this or Mistress-that would pour forth their directives on how the rest of us should be doing things. I mean, come on, how can there be a right way to be a dominant or submissive, manage a play scene or approach a potential play partner? There can’t. There are as many ways as there are people.
OK. So that’s the bad part. Here’s the good part. I see this changing, and quickly.
There is an entire generation that has little tolerance for being told how to conduct their sex life. I use the word generation because much of the maverick energy is coming from younger people, although some of us older folks are coming along for the ride. These new sexual mavericks refuse to be told how to dress, what roles to adopt and what protocol to adhere to. The people clinging to their life raft of Old Guard rigidity and sexual identity conformity have become the conservative end of the spectrum while the new generation of mavericks comprise the progressive realm of new thoughts and ideas. As with all social movements, change for the good usually comes from the progressives. I think this is the case for the sexuality communities as well.
Please don’t get me wrong. I, like others, respect much of what came out of the beginnings of the modern BDSM/leather/kink/fetish movement. Hell, I was there and participated in some of it. I just try to keep a healthy perspective on it all and use it as just some of the data inputs I use to create my own sexual identity and practice and to assist others in doing the same.
Zen philosophy mentions the benefits of the tree that adapts and bends in the wind, thus living, while the rigid and resistant tree snaps and dies. It’s that way with everything, including sexuality. Even if you choose to keep your sexuality the same, embrace the changes others want in order to make their sexuality better. Don’t foist your belief systems on others, but rather simply offer your information and experience as something others can throw into the stew that becomes their unique expression of the sexual. We’ll all be a lot happier and have much better sex.
Drew Kramer
September 12, 2010 at 7:18 pmAnd then there’s me.
Feel myself set apart from both the Old Guard and the Mavericks. And, I have come to believe that in a sense it’s a “generational” experience. When I was first coming out into leather, there was no one there to meet me. There were no mentors, there was none of the Old Guard “taking the newcomer under his wing and introducing him to the Great Traditions.” This is understandable as at that time, the members of the Old Guard were occupied caring for their stricken brothers, or grieving so many over-lapping losses, or dying themselves.
So I, and many of my generational peers with whom I’ve spoken, were left to find out own way in the world. (With, in my case, some notable exceptions, men to whom I will be forever grateful.)
But then, just when I’m finding my feet, up comes this new generation. I well remember the first time I met a twenty-five year old who described himself as a singletail Top with “lots” of experience. I will admit to some eye-rolling on my part.
And the new generation are just so squawky, forming their TNG groups and running around in their Fort Troff gear and talking endlessly about the respect that they’re not getting. (Here’s a fun exercise: open to any article in Instigator Magazine and count the number of words that come before you hit the personal pronoun “I.” Bet you don’t even need both hands if you’re ticking them off on your fingers.)
I’m one of the BDSM World’s “middle children,” sandwiched between my know-it-all, I-give-the-orders-around-here elder brother, and my look-at-me-look-at-me! younger brother.
I don’t mean these comments at all to be disparaging, only observations. I know and love many Old Guard Leathermen and many Mavericks. Middle children become expert at finding the middle way, at taking the best of what either (or any) camp has to offer but quietly leaving the room when things get a little too much. We start sentences with “Yes, but…”
Thomas vandenBroeck
October 23, 2010 at 12:09 pmI’ve got to agree with “Drew” on this: “There were no mentors, there was none of the Old Guard ‘taking the newcomer under his wing and introducing him to the Great Traditions.'” I was kind of bitter about this also when no one showed up with the welcome wagon; until I meet someone a lot younger then myself. I was 37 and he was 26 — a whole generation difference in age. I found the age difference just to difficult to overcome, and this experience “reframed” everything. I could now see what I must have looked like when I was first coming out into the leather bars.