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I'm getting ready to go to Fist (if you're not familiar with the London scene, I meant "go to Fist" as in "go to the monthly club named Fist, not "go and Fist, although, now that I think of it… oh well) and, being as usual a very diligent pupil, I've been doing some research on the interhighweb. Well, according to this page, I've been wearing my leather wristband on the wrong side all along - it's a small wonder that I had so many priceless embarassing moments in bed ("Turn around baby" - "No, you turn around" - "No, you do" - "No, you do, and get your finger out my butt NOW!")
I am such a leather rookie.
And I guess this post answers Jonathan's question.