We walked into Antoine’s at the appointed hour. There were a few people at tables and a cluster of six people sanding at one end of the bar. They werealldressed in black levi’s and black T-shirts. The heads of two of the four men were shaved. One woman must have been 6’2” but the man with her was like a mountain; the other woman was closer to 5’4”. Nobody smiled as Renee and I walked up. I was wearing khaki’s and a colorful shirt. Renee was similarly Austin-casual. These folks were a little stunned. We were a little scared. One of the men was David Dyson and he helped me so much that I feel my life has changed.
After the social, the six of us (Dr. Chocolate and his boy, David and Kelly, Lloyd and Lauri) went to the restaurant’s “back room” and had the business meeting. The president wasn’t there, so David, VP, led the meeting. They welcomed us and explained a bit about NLA and the Austin branch. They explained that although it had become pan-sexual a few years before, it was fundamentally a gay Leather club.
I nodded and smiled politely. None of this made a bit of sense.
This was on Friday.
That Sunday, the NLA-A club president and his wife, who was the GWNN Treasurer, among other things, got into some kind of marital dispute. It ended up that he shot and killed her, shot up his computer’s hard drive, and was (ultimately) killed by the responding SWAT team.
I received an email a few days later saying we’d wait a few weeks and then meet at Dr. Chocolate’s house for a healing get-together and wait a few more weeks before reconvening a club meeting.
We did all of that.
The party at their house was really nice. Beautiful swimming pool; beautiful home.
When we got together for the club meeting, the only people to show up were the same as had been there at our initial meeting. David became president, Dr. Chocolate (who had been president for many, many years) said he’d take VP. Kelly Green remained secretary. They needed a treasurer. They looked at me. “Oh, no.” I said. “You don’t want me. I do words, I don’t do numbers. You want Renee.” I said, pointing to her. “She’s a CPA.”
So… About six weeks after even discovering the world of BDSM, my wife (who grew up in Effingham, Illinois in a farming community) was elected to be the treasurer of a gay Leather organization.
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