Tag Archives: Whip

Whip those Mules! Really.

Whip those Mules, you mule-driving man! Actually, this site only endorses whipping willing humans. Sight seen on the menu cover of the Roadhouse Restaurant and Bakery in the Mohave desert town of Boron. Famous for the 20-mule team. Hmmm. 20-boy team could be entertaining!

Great Gay Leathersex Art: Who was Michael Palmer?

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It measures about 5′ x5′ and used to hang in the Jackhammer, an old Leather bar in San Francisco. The Jackhammer has been closed since 1996 and this painting now hangs in a private home. It is signed “Palmer” in the lower right corner. A quick consultation trip to Brand X antiques in the Castro district secured a last name, a look at a couple of prints on sale for a couple of thousand dollars each, and an awful story. The proprietor told us that the artist’s first name was Michael. He had quite an extensive body of work, most of which he held in his studio. When he died in the middle of the plague years, his mother, horrified by her little boy’s adult proclivities, destroyed everything.

This sort of thing happens too often. Wonderful Willie Walker, friend of this site, and founding member of the Gay and Lesbian Historical Society, used to dumpster-dive the estates of deceased gay men whose “families” would throw away their collections in shame. Walker – a hero to gay historians and a legend among archivists of any stripe. We miss you, you little weirdo.

Western art is built on the bodies of naked ladies. They call it “The Nude.” The ancients understood the beauty of the male body. We understand it. But – and this is for artists and collectors especially – the folks might not. Make wills, make bequests, make sure your lover has power of attorney, give gifts to the young gays and make sure the good stuff gets into good hands. Generations coming up will need their history. We are making it now and it is our responsibility to make sure it survives.

Meantime, any information on Michael Palmer, gay artist living in San Francisco in the 1980’s would be much appreciated.

For a bit on  Chicago-based artist Etienne, click here.