On the second floor of the longtime leather hangout the Eagle, look around like a hawk for the area by the pool table where it's darkish and a few hairy body parts seem to be carefully entwined. This is the place where manly loving sometimes erupts, though it's generally in the form of just, you know, bear hugs. The air is charged with a certain popper-y frisson that seems delightfully left over from decades past, and the result is the perfect place for you to find a daddy--or maybe be one. But don't pluck, wax, or shave, missy!