Gay Men and Their Dogs

Not many men in gay neighborhoods own dogs.  When you live in a cramped one-room apartment by yourself, and are away 16 hours a day, you'd be better off with a cat or a parakeet.

And what do you do with them during 4 weeks and dozens of weekends every year when you're visiting gay neighborhoods on the other side of the country?

But those men who did have the space and free time for a dog became superstars.  Their dogs were the life of the party, sure to draw a crowd of admirers.

















 And their furry friend was an ideal wingman for street cruising.  Take the dog out for a walk, meet at least five guys who want to pet him.  And say hello.  And give you their phone number.

Dogs were a problem on the date itself.  You bring the guy home, and instead of getting intimate with you, he won't stop playing with your dog.

And in the bedroom?  If the dog is locked outside, he howls to get in.  If he comes in, he thinks you're hurting his master, and tries to intervene.

More after the break.

Or else he wants to participate.  I've had more than one dog try to lick the same cock I was going down on.  One guy actually called the date off because his dog wouldn't leave us alone.

Most men in gay neighborhoods had big dogs -- nothing dainty and froufrou for them!

They usually preferred males, thinking that being gay meant fleeing from anything feminine, even in pets.

Besides, having a male dog allowed you to constantly disprove the allegation that "being gay is unnatural," "it doesn't occur in the animal world," "animals shy away from that sort of behavior."  Your male dog happily mounted male dogs.

Out here in the Straight World, most gay men live in houses with a dozen roommates, so it's easier for them to keep a dog.  People keep asking me if I'm going to get one.

I don't think so.  They're fun to play with and all, but I'm still a cat person.