Talking with Gem, the Jewel Dog

After reconnecting with the three dogs I had a week to remember so many thing I had forgotten.

I had my chance to reconnect specifically with the dogboy who’s name I couldn’t EVER remember. Gem was the Jewel of the pack.  He was different; regal, majestic; sitting upright like the king of the dogs while the other two wrestled and screwed around on the floor. I think as much as SIR enjoyed Tuffe and Ruffe he always had special feelings for Gem, which he why he gave him such a different type of name.

Gem is about 62 now.  His history and evolution into the mandog he now is would be way too long to go into.  Its VERY rich and diversified so he doesn’t just know only one road.  His roads are many. This is where I come from. This is how I learned; not from one road but from the experiences of men who had lived in many places experiencing  many different trains of thought and ways in the leather lifestyle. He has lived in Chicago,  San Francisco, NYC,  to name a few so hes VERY well rounded within that community long gone.  Although I only lived in NYC during my formative years in leather, I have the knowledge and heard the experiences of  those who lived in many places; not only of Gem’s but of the other dogs and the 4 boys who were much more experienced. My mission for the remainder of my time here is to get THAT information out to anyone who wishes to hear it FREE OF CHARGE.

I was on the phone with Gem for about an hour or so and I will be seeing him at some point within the month. I will be talking about the experiences of these men as time goes on. The yenta that I am, I am trying to get the dogs to be in SIRS service again…Wouldn’t THAT be so FREAKIN cool?  Before any of you ask, no they cannot EVER be MY dogs. As much as now that would easily be seen as normal, there was a structure  and protocol then that would prohibit me from EVER doing that. I think that’s the HUGE difference between then and now. Men get collared in hours;  boys can yell at SIRS,  everyone can fuck with everyone and change their minds at the drop of a hat getting whatever it is they need on a whim rather than without ANY thought; and although I may be stuck in that bygone period, I wont forsake the things I learned from men who I adored and still do. I prefer being alone than being a phony to who I am and where I am from. I will give up the lifestyle altogether rather than becoming what I see as leather out there today.

My talk with Gem confirmed that who I am AS I AM is right for me. Gem is such a sweetheart.  I know you are reading this Gem but you know I think the world of you. there isn’t a dog out there that I know who could ever come close to who you were let alone who you are now.  I tip my cap to you. In my book you are the Alpha of all of them. In Admiration of and to you. Sunshine.

ITs a dogs life

Today I got the shock of my life. I was at the gym and on this rare occasion I had my I Phone with me. My jeep Wrangler needed new connectors for the battery so I was waiting to get the call from the shop to come pick it up. Kudos to Andersons Auto on Andrews Ave. The place is gay owned and operated and I like to keep my money in the family, but I digress..

I got a call from my SIR, Paul who informed me that his three former dogs are all alive and well. Tuffy, Ruffy, and the long lost name I couldn’t remember, GEM. I sat on one of the benches in a state of total shock, amazement and profound joy. I honestly thought they were all dead like my brother boys but lo and behold they are all alive and well.

Those two big built bruiser wrestling dogs were together after almost 30 years. Gem is still on his own but the three of them have been basically never out of touch with each other. I feel SO revitalized and comforted to know that AIDS didn’t get them. They knew I was around but SIR never said a word until I asked about them. Odd thing with what I know of Old Guard. Information on someones personal life wasn’t put out there like it is now. IT was personal not public. You always felt protected not exploited.

Within 25 minutes I was on the phone with ALL THREE OF THEM.. There’s talk of a family reunion at some point over the summer. I had a million questions for them as they did for me…again I cant share some of what we spoke of. The Personal thing. They said they were very proud of me and the way I turned out and I needed to hear that from them because I was always the trouble maker, the Tazmanian devil, the pain in the ass youngest boy and lately I seem to be the whipping post for everyone down here in South Florida, not because I did anything malicious or mean, because to be mean and malicious you need forethought and in my case there wasn’t any,  but because when you make a mistake and you are considered to be an icon, there are always people who take unbelievable pleasure in tearing you down when you fuck up, being  malicious toward you, and that’s ok, because in their rage they justify their malice, (the do as I say not as I do syndrome) so this call couldn’t have come at a better time.

I will go into more detail in my next blog when I get to talk to all three of them more at length.