Biker Bar: The Book.

[blackleatherbookshelf]

My good friend Thom Magister has just released a new book, "Biker Bar." Subtitled "Bikes Beer and Boys," its a playfully illustrated history of how men's biker and leather bars have changed through the ages.  You can check it out on Amazon by clicking the cover.

Here's what I had to say about it for the back cover:
“On back streets and down alleyways. In neighborhoods many feared to tread. Often behind doors marked so only those in the know could open them. That’s where you would find them: lone wolves, strangers, friends, and bikers, banding together with the smoke, the jukebox, and the beer at their bars. Join these men, comrades in arms, as they take us on a leather-jacketed ride through time. See the biker bar change through the decades as chronicled by Thom Magister, a man who witnessed these establishments come, go, and be reinvented.”
— Tim Brough, author of Skin Tight, First Hand, and other popular BDSM books

I am proud and feel lucky that I got to witness this book in it's gestation form. The finished work is wonderful, too.

Comments

[broduke2000.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!

I would say through, that the front cover photo reminds me of all the frustration I went though, of being the only bearded biker in a gay biker bar.

I still remember going to the only biker/leather bar in Sacramento, and being stopped by the doorman, who uttered: "Stop! The STRAIGHT biker bar is in the next block! This is a GAY bar !"

[tbrough.livejournal.com]

Thom asked me to pass this along:

I grew my first beard in 1952 and was one of a half dozen men with a beard in New York City. Hard to imagine now. We met once a month for lunch. The group included Skitch Henderson the band leader, Edward Gorey the cartoonist, and Horace Tidus -- the son of Helena Rubinstein. And I was often stopped at the bar door and given the once over by the bouncer. "Are you sure..." Times sure have changed.

Thom Magister

[broduke2000.livejournal.com]

Wow! Didn't expect a personal response.

We're together, so please pass him a hug from me.

I remember Skitch Henderson. At that age, I didn't understand all of the jokes on the Carson show, but I watched almost every night.