Who is Rover/Tatbear/Papa Bear and White Fang?
I was born on September 15th, 1962 (that makes me close to 310 in dog years.)
When I was a young pup, I was known as White Fang by my pack. I was a rabid, wild pup, nipping at the other kids in the neighborhood who tried to get to close to me.
My sire was a firefighter who let me tag along when he trained new firefighters. I would throw wood whenever I saw those tough men in uniforms, rescuing dummies from the fire and carrying them down the side of the building slung over their big shoulders (its hard to live up to that kind of masculinity in a Dad.)
As a teenage dog named Spike, I was a big untamed attack dog, guarding junk yards and the parking lots of queer bars in Detroit. Around that time I started experiencing extreme mood swings. One day I would be very rabid and aggressive, other times I would hole myself up in the attic reading porn in my coffin.
On Valentines Day 1981, I spotted this hot Boi stripping to "I Can't Go for That" by Hall & Oats, at the employee Valentines Day show at TNT. I was love struck (maybe you heard the thunder that night.) and starved for him. Eddie made everything better for me; he is always able to bring me back to reality.
For our first anniversary, a friend took us to Chicago for the International Mr. Leather contest. After the trip I got really sick and went to the queer clinic on Woodward Ave. While the Doctor said that I didn't have a STD, he said that there was this disease going around called G.R.I.D. and that we could have been exposed. He suggested that we leave Detroit, so that we wouldn't expose anyone in Detroit (very weird.) Since there were no jobs in Detroit in 1981, we packed up and moved to Chicago (after living in a trailer next to a gravel pit for a summer, but that another long story.)
The 80’s were very rough. Ed finally had enough of my mental shit and demanded that I start psychotherapy. Then the war years, where watched as hundreds of our buds died horrible deaths.
For my 25th birthday, Ed started my training as a guard dog named Rover. I did my best to protect and obey Ed night and day (I thought that I could shelter him from all the hell that was going on around us.) He had me inked for the event and invited a bunch of our buds from Chicago Hellfire and MAFIA for the party. I was in pup heaven as I opened the presents full of dog dishes, bones, collars and even a bottle of dog piss deodorizer that I thought was hilarious.
After spending some time in Miami, we finally settled in Michigan to be closer to our families. If it wasn't for family and the friends we have made in the area, we would be out of here so fucking fast. Where are the freaks ? Where are the raunchy faggots? Where is ACT-UP? If someone touches my tatts without permission, asks about my ear plug or says that I have a spider on the back of my head I will scream.
Six years here and I still feel like a fish out of water.
Warning! Some of this stuff in this site is boring or a load of crap!
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