There’s even a for women seeking rich men. If you’re wondering, the old gay hanky code color is hunter green.Īnd then, of course, there have always been sugar daddies, regardless of sexual orientation or single-gender couplings. For a schooling, check out Joe Gage’s classic “ working man trilogy” porn movies from the late seventies, or, also from that decade, Larry Townsend’s novels and Drummer magazine stories that explore leather subculture. It’s had a long sadomasochistic fantasy history. The daddy - or more specifically, the leather daddy - has been around for a while in gay eroticism (where, let’s face it, all sexual fetishes and flexibilities are begat). For instance, a Daddy would never say, “Does this contain wheat? I have a gluten allergy.” Above all, a daddy always paid for things (even when he was a ranch hand), which, I thought, ruled me out. But this young man I was dating didn’t need me to fulfill all these stereotypes. Daddy? Me? It seems as if just yesterday I had my hair in Björk buns and was called a club kid. I wasn’t sure how to react, yet stood there trying to suddenly fit the role.ĭaddy was an older guy who had a strong personality, wouldn’t take no for an answer, and got on top of you. I was 38, dating a 26-year-old, and gray was appearing in my beard.
I remember the first time I was called Daddy.
