Now, I had to look up what somebody else wrote, just to see if they did the same thing I have done, which in this case was a bit of an introduction. So I’m Beau as in Beaumont, a nickname I got years ago and if you car a car crazy fag (lots of us are-NOT) you’d know. I thought that part of my life was far behind, funny how things come back time and time again to haunt you. Though as things go along I may expand upon what I’ve already mentioned here, though, well it isn’t kinky. Not at the beginning. Things are about to change, so diving in to my most recent first…
October 25, 2011 Rick Mercer Report on CBC:
“Every year in Canada; 300 kids take their own lives. (In the USA it is 2 – 3% higher than the national teen average) It is a mind-boggling number. And this past week one of those kids was Jamie Hubley. He was 15, he was depressed and he happened to be gay.
And because this is 2011 we don’t just read about a kid like Jamie, we can Google him and then the next thing you know, you’re sitting at home watching his videos on YouTube. And he was gay all right. He was a great big goofy gay kid singing Lady Gaga on the Internet. And as an adult you look at that and you go, you know what, that kid’s going places. But for some reason, some kids, they looked at that and they attacked. And now he’s gone.
This story is all too familiar, we know exactly what’s going to happen next. Grief counselors will go into the school, as they should. But what about the old fashioned assembly? You know, where the cops show up and there’s hell to pay and they find out who’s responsible. You know like when the lunchroom is vandalized. Because the kids who bullied this boy, they know who they are. And more importantly other kids know who they are.
It’s no longer good enough for us to tell kids who are different that it’s going to get better. We have to make it better now, that’s every single one of us. Every teacher, every student, every adult has to step up to the plate and that’s gay adults too. Because I know gay cops, soldiers, athletes, cabinet ministers, a lot of us do, but the problem is adults, we don’t need role models. Kids do. So if you’re gay and you’re in public life, I’m sorry, you don’t have to run around with a pride flag and bore the hell out of everyone, but you can’t be invisible either. Not anymore. 300 kids is 300 too many.”
Now there is me, I was bullied in school, I wanted to die, I tried, I’m not good with that sort of stuff. I thought eternity is a pretty damn long time, almost as long as math class. Now I’m older, for some of you, ancient. I have given up on love, totally completely and now, now I get thrown a bone or in my case a puppy/boy distant relative. Starved out of food and affection of house /home by his parents. Good God Fearing Christians. There is more I won’t go into now. I refused to think of anyone driven to the point of either suicide or homeless and/or working the street especially someone as smart and sweet as him, No, NO WAY, NO HOW!
My boy-pup; when he ran off from his home I was the only one who looked. Not his parents – me. All over Washington, Idaho to Montana. He was forced out emotionally out of his parents home. He thought he had found another but felt something was questionable that he could not put his finger/paw on. He left he wanted a safe comfortable place to think things through, though think as only a boy can and only see 1 angle, which was not really completely to his comfort. I found him; I gave him informed choices, and since he’s known me longer, he choose me. I wasn’t even my first choice. He came to my door November 3rd. All I thought of was while in my search for finding him was seeing the lists of missing kids I saw along on my way; boys and girls 18, 19 years old, just gone! Plus on my return, that TV show (above). I was not going to let anything else happen to him. I liked him, he is a sweet kid, I’d known his family for years. (When you are at family gatherings you can see some nuts have fallen from the trees) I knew them, I didn’t say I liked or approved of their behaviour. So we begin; “How to Raise and Train your new Handler & Pup!”
We now have another modern day “Odd Couple”. Will the pup save me? Will I save him? Will we train each other? Of course we get looks. Is that guy paying by the hour? Why is “he” with him? (That one goes either way, of who is “he”) Has Beau lost his mind? and of course “Why doesn’t someone feed that boy?” (Believe me I am trying to add pounds and muscle.)
I’ve taught him to heel, walk and present. He taught me never leave a pup sleeping in my bed without a gag or teatree oil moisturizer on my dick to prevent nocturnal feedings. He is like some sort of sperm vampire, but vampires are “in” right now and so are werewolves. The kink parts come later, presently he is in lock down for 16 days. Thank you CB3K! So while we are waiting for him to get out of his little jail cell. I’ll be posting more about the kink bits of my life. So more later, K? Now I have to turn my attentions to the boy.
PS I look back at what I printed and noticed I ought to have added some things for clarification. If you are wondering why it looks different a little, well now you know. I’ll learn to proofread before I publish, I promise!