In the interest of opening up the argument about Leather and Animal Rights, I am posting an article my friend Lynne sent me from Satya about Mirha-Soleil Ross.

Then you also have a small group that refers to itself as “the leather community”—another whiny bunch who think they look tough strutting around in their expensive designer fetish gears. Don’t let me get into that one! I grew up in a family of really masculine construction workers and none of them needed a leather jock-strap to feel male. Both of my grandmothers could knock a man down in a flash and neither ever needed anything more than one fist to assert their power as women. So the whole queer leather scene with its grotesque clowns trying to have their taste for dead skin recognized as an “oppression” is nothing short of an elaborate and sick joke to me.

Your thoughts?