Like most Ramrods, Boston's outpost caters to the hardcore leather scene, looking for musky, hairy men in rawhide, and perhaps a hot pair of chaps. The once strictly enforced leather policy has been loosened a bit, leaving the hardcore Ramrodders disappointed while pleasing the leather light crowd. This is the kind of Police Academy Blue Oyster Bar/YMCA hangout that college fraternities use as a hazing ground, pushing young freshmen to spend a night at the bar and have their picture taken with the bartender (another example the soft-core homoerotica of the whole frat hazing process, but I digress). Overall, Ramrod still attempts to stay true to its core - no bullshit, real men looking for real men, and all the body fluids that come with real men.