Woof to you, boy
The days are getting longer, the weather slightly warmer and you can sense spring just around the corner. It’s that time of year when everyone has had enough of the cold grey skies and rain and is yearning for the sunshine.
The streets are full of people walking around the ghetto with their little pups and dogs. It seems every second gay man now has a dog in the Darlinghurst and Surry Hills neighbourhood. Isn’t it funny how owners look like their pups?
Not one to be left behind, I’m keeping up with the Joneses. I too have a pup.
His name is Spike. Most of you know me by now or have seen me or have seen pictures of me, so guess what type of pup I have?
I am used to a puzzled look on people’s faces when I introduce my pup. Maybe it is because he has two legs and is in full leather or rubber depending on my mood.
That’s right — my sexy boy is a leather pup! He has a puppy hood, a collar, a leash, puppy paws and mitts and even his own tail. And I must not forget his bowl or bone.
I too take my pup out for walks in full gear. When I take my pup out to play, we get a lot of looks and comments. Where do I take him out to play, I hear you ask?
I’m so glad you asked. The first Sunday of every month at the Oxford Hotel is now the home of a ‘Woofy Little Tea Dance’. This is a smaller, more frequent version of WoofClub held in the Underground Bar.
Clubs in the USA have been having tea dances since the early ’80s. What a great idea they are too. They start at 3pm in the afternoon and go until 10pm. What a civilised way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
A Woofy Little Tea Dance has a very loyal following including leathermen, rubbermen and Bears. It is very very sexy indeed. Lots of hot men to look at, meet for a few beers and a dance and still be able to make it to work on Monday morning.
Come along and say “Woof” — you know you want to!
By ANTHONY LOWE
