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This archival blog, covering the years before, during, and after my owning Stompers Boots is a big salute and...

THANK YOU

to all the inside boot crew staff and the outside family of friends who made this journey some of the best years of my life!

There's nothing here that's for-profit, commercial, or that benefits me financially. By continuing, you understand that the contents of these pages are completely memorabilia, personal and are intended for friends and family only. This site, like many others, uses cookies so you can enjoy all of its features. It has content that is NSFW (Not Safe For Work). Clicking the AGREE button below means that you're over 18 and that you understand the nature of this site.

Mike McNamee, the web team and this website have absolutely no connection to the current ownership of Stompers Boots.

Old Ads & Web Pages—Introduction

STOMPERS ADS & WEB PAGES OVER THE YEARS

My Goal – Creating ads and a website using a guy-talk, real-speak vocabulary, mixed with my Mike McNamee, talking-out-loud language. In the ads and web pages, this style led me to a kind of slang that I used naturally talking about my own well worn, every day engineer boots.

In looking back I see that those ads morphed into a kind of fetishized boot religion.  Huh?  What the hell am I smoking? Meaning for me wanting a boot store vibe that might have a potbellied stove in the old wild-west, did have an antique barber chair, and a whiff of cigar smoke drifting in from our backyard.  This was laid out for black leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding, boot loving guys.

When I first moved into this neighborhood it was greasy garages, old warehouses, motorcycle shops and run down rooming houses. This was the "other side of the tracks." Come nighttime, the scores of gay leather bars and sex clubs came to life. Many of the incoming night people were gay men on the hunt -- riding their motorcycles, cruising the back alleys, jumping from bar to bar. Their boots and leather were the uniform of the night. The primary intoxicants? Boots and leather! The addictive stimulant for those one-percent of the one-percenters!

The first Stompers ads were posted in local SF gay periodicals: B.A.R. (Bay Area Reporter) and the SAN FRANCISCO BAY GUARDIAN -- a very liberal leftist, progressive, anti-establishment alt-weekly. We also advertised in FRONTIERS, another SF gay periodical and THE LEATHER JOURNAL -- a national monthly newspaper for gay leather kink. THUNDER PRESS - a West Coast Harley/Chopper magazine, was another. None of these publishers cared whether we called ourselves "The Best Fucking" or "The Best Damn" boot shop in the world. I went with the "F" word, since my black leather engineer boots were my favorite fucking boots!

The neighborhood is now filling with new residents, adventurers, investors and techies moving into the newly retagged "SOMA." Still, there are vapors and ghosts from the last century - prior to the demystification of the old guard night life.

Please enjoy these old ads and web pages from my way-back machine.

STOMPERS ADS & WEB PAGES OVER THE YEARS

My Goal – Creating ads and a website using a guy-talk, real-speak vocabulary, mixed with my Mike McNamee, talking-out-loud language. In the ads and web pages, this style led me to a kind of slang that I used naturally talking about my own well worn, every day engineer boots.

In looking back I see that those ads morphed into a kind of fetishized boot religion.  Huh?  What the hell am I smoking? Meaning for me wanting a boot store vibe that might have a potbellied stove in the old wild-west, did have an antique barber chair, and a whiff of cigar smoke drifting in from our backyard.  This was laid out for black leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding, boot loving guys.

When I first moved into this neighborhood it was greasy garages, old warehouses, motorcycle shops and run down rooming houses. This was the "other side of the tracks." Come nighttime, the scores of gay leather bars and sex clubs came to life. Many of the incoming night people were gay men on the hunt -- riding their motorcycles, cruising the back alleys, jumping from bar to bar. Their boots and leather were the uniform of the night. The primary intoxicants? Boots and leather! The addictive stimulant for those one-percent of the one-percenters!

The first Stompers ads were posted in local SF gay periodicals: B.A.R. (Bay Area Reporter) and the SAN FRANCISCO BAY GUARDIAN -- a very liberal leftist, progressive, anti-establishment alt-weekly. We also advertised in FRONTIERS, another SF gay periodical and THE LEATHER JOURNAL -- a national monthly newspaper for gay leather kink. THUNDER PRESS - a West Coast Harley/Chopper magazine, was another. None of these publishers cared whether we called ourselves "The Best Fucking" or "The Best Damn" boot shop in the world. I went with the "F" word, since my black leather engineer boots were my favorite fucking boots!

The neighborhood is now filling with new residents, adventurers, investors and techies moving into the newly retagged "SOMA." Still, there are vapors and ghosts from the last century - prior to the demystification of the old guard night life.

Please enjoy these old ads and web pages from my way-back machine.


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Mike McNamee, the web team and this website have absolutely no connection to the current ownership of Stompers Boots.

Stompers Archives: 1978‑2011

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