My Policeman Friend: The Cuffs That Do Not Bind - A Memoir
By D. L. Forbes
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I told my Mr. Policeman friend: "I hope I go first, because I know you won't be able to survive very long without me."
"Yeah, okay, sure," he replied. "Anything you say."
These things are what this diary/poem memoir is about. The joys and pains involved in any lasting love affair and friendship with deep ties that do not bind.
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My Policeman Friend - D. L. Forbes
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All rights reserved
© D. L. Forbes 2024
ISBN (Print) 979-8-35093-806-7
ISBN (eBook) 979-8-35093-807-4
1. Memoir 2. Biography 3. Journal
In Loving Memory of My Policeman Friend
1944 - 2023
And for all Police Officers
Whether they be In or Out
Straight, Gay, or Assorted
Various poems in this collection were first published in the six volumes of the: ‘One Hundred Poems’ series.
Books by D. L. Forbes
SAXONFORD
VOLUME ONE
WINTER INTO SUMMER
Fiction
SAXONFORD
VOLUME TWO
SUMMER INTO WINTER
Fiction
CHILDREN OF SYCORAX
Fiction/Biography
LIFE THREATENING POETRY ACROSS AMERICA
ONE HUNDRED ONE DOLLAR POEMS
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number One
UMLUNGU
THE WHITE SCUM THAT FLOATS IN THE SURF
ONE HUNDRED EVERYDAY POEMS
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number Two
YID UN GOY YINGL
Fiction/Biography/
GENTILE AND JEW BOYS
ONE HUNDRED POEMS FOR SHEM
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number Three
ROUGH FLUFF
ONE HUNDRED LOVE POEMS
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number Four
CHARMED, I’M SURE
ONE HUNDRED SEXUAL POEMS
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number Five
WITTGENSTEIN’S SON
&
U. G. KRISHNAMURTI
DUCKS OR RABBITS
Autobiography/Biography
CAT GOT MY BRAIN
ONE HUNDRED MAD POEMS
The One Hundred Poetry Series – Number Six
THREE PLAYS
BABY
RUNS IN THE FAMILY
LAND’S END
MY POLICEMAN FRIEND
The Cuffs That Do Not Bind
Memoir
Contents
Introduction
1980’s – Mr. Policeman
1990’s – My Policeman
2000’s – My Policeman Friend
2010’s – My Policeman Man
2020-23 – My Police Man
Introduction
Handcuffs That Do Not Bind
My Mr. Policeman friend and I have, as in the line of the old music hall song: ‘been together now for forty years, and it don’t seem a day too long’ – well, except during the times when it did. We loved one another in fits and starts, through ups and downs, and ins and outs. Sometimes we did not meet for months on end, our lives meandering off down different paths and up different slopes; but through the decades the love remained there as our mainstay. There were years when we saw each other daily, sometimes falling in love all over again, and talking again about finally living together. We loved and laughed, argued, occasionally gave pain, cried – then loved and laughed some more. Happily, through the years we remained sexually compatible, fitting like gloves, gloves that actually fit – sometimes rubber, sometimes silk, fur-lined, heavy-duty or metal-studded, depending on the mood and inclination of the moment. Yet we also accepted one another’s freedom to come and go without too much sorrow or jealousy. A caring and respectful relationship which we knew would last until the day one of us dropped dead; which it has.
I told my Mr. Policeman friend: I hope I go first, because I know you won’t be able to survive very long without me.
Yeah, okay, sure,
he replied. Anything you say.
These things are what this diary/poem memoir is about. The joys and pains involved in any lasting love affair and friendship with deep ties that do not bind.
Ins and Outs of the Closet
In the Autumn of 1979, I took an unloaded handgun in a brown paper bag with a box of ammunition to a local San Francisco police station to surrender it, and where I first dramatically came across Mr. Policeman.
I walked up to the windowed reception desk and pulled the gun from the bag to show him, but had no time to explain to Mr. Policeman how some man I met a few months previously gave me the gun for protection, and how I took it to be polite but did not really want it, and so was now handing it in; but before I could even open my mouth, hell broke loose and Mr. Policeman was yelling at me to put the gun down and step back. So I did that. He then instructed me, still over aggressively I thought, to push the gun and the paper bag through a side slot in the thick glass window. I did that too. He took them.
Instead of saying thank you as one might expect, he exclaimed at me incongruously and rather crossly, Do you have a death wish or something?
No,
I replied a little confused, I don’t think so.
Well,
he stated, if you do, the best way to get yourself killed is to pull out a gun in a police station.
I got it.
Oh,
I said… Did this silly policeman really think I was going to shoot him? Sorry,
I added. I didn’t mean to frighten you.
He glared at me.
"You didn’t frighten me," he stated in an almost petulant tone.
Then I explained how I was new to American ways and knew nothing of guns and gun etiquette. He continued to glare, so I told him about the man I met one night, who in the morning gave me two guns, as a gift, from his large collection. I smiled. The policeman continued to glare. I found him very handsome in a muscly morose sort of way.
I wondered for a moment if he might be gay, but thought not for he exuded no gay vibes I could detect, and I was pretty adept at gay vibe detection. Yet there was something in this man’s presence that drew me so completely, and occasioned within some budding intuition strong enough to cause me to believe that someday I would know this man, perhaps to kiss him, and maybe even to delve beneath the surface of his uniform.
You say this man gave you two guns?
the policeman asked.
"Yes, he did. The other one is what he called a stocking gun, a gun that ladies use apparently."
Where is it?
At the place I’m staying.
Do you have a license for that gun.
No,
I said, but it’s a very small gun.
Size doesn’t matter.
Yes, so I heard.
I smiled broadly, just to break the ice.
He gazed at me but the ice cracked not at all.
A gun’s a gun,
he snapped crossly, and it’s illegal to possess an unlicensed firearm.
Well, I don’t really want it. I could give it to you as a present, if you would like it?
"I don’t want it, he pouted,
but you better hand it in; and leave it in the bag next time."
Mr. Policeman’s police station was near to where I was staying, and the next day I happened to see him in a police patrol car and I waved. He saw me and looked me up and down but did not wave back or respond in any way. Then a week later I saw him riding a bicycle with another policeman down near the Embarcadero. They stopped a way off and looked back at me and then they laughed. I guessed he was telling his colleague about the gun fracas. Although I was not exactly about to stalk him physically, I did in my mind, and a few days later I took the ladies gun to the police station after looking in to make sure he was there.
It was not until the beginning of 1980 that I casually contrived to meet and speak with him again, when I actually managed to make him smile and even laugh.
It turned out that Mr. Policeman was gay, and not so very far back in-the-closet as to be completely invisible or unapproachable, but back then some gay people were a little more circumspect in openly admitting their sexual preferences; particularly when one’s profession was consistently in the public eye.
Fortunately, I never experienced a closet. and this greatly helped in steering or maneuvering Mr. Policeman in the right direction – in my direction, and into correct positions.
We met once more before the first seduction took place, and we were most pleased with ourselves and with each other.
1980’s – Mr. Policeman
Mr. Policeman is 36 and I am 29 when we meet again in early 1980
We had such a lot of exploring to do
Discovering each other back, front, inside and out
"I don’t have to come-out, he stated,
because what we do in private is no one else’s damn business."
Acting casual and a little wary of love and of breaking each other’s hearts
Vietnam Veteran damage and denial
Living with death
Friends and others dying all around
Goodbyes and hellos
Tensions and tears
Piss off,
and, I really need to see you…
Of the secret love,
he said, that dares to love to love to speak its name, just about most of the time. In fact, the love that dares not speak its name, never shuts the hell up about it.
Mr. Policeman - First Date
Mr. Policeman said:
I don’t know. I have to be careful who I go out and have coffee with.
Why,
I asked. Are you handcuffed by rules and other professional restraints?
Well, I wouldn’t want to go out for coffee with a wanted felon or some English criminal with an international warrant out for his arrest.
Well, you could, if you liked him enough, I suppose.
Are you telling me you’re a sought-after felon? Do you have any warrants out on you, or any unpaid parking tickets?
No,
I said, I have a clean record, being a clean-living, clean-minded, clean-limbed sort of chap.
Well…
Mr. Policeman looked at me suspiciously.
I would like to have said: Yes, and a clean-underweared sort of chap too, as clean underwear is so important; if you happen to wear underwear that is; and I would guess at a pinch, you wear tight black French briefs.
Instead, I said, You can do a background check on me if you want to.
Yes,
he said, I think I will. Can I see your passport and driver’s license, please?
That handsome, sturdy policeman took my U.K passport I and my new California driver’s license, and went off to make a background check. I thought how sexy he looked and my fluttering gut told me we would surely know one another pretty intimately, maybe even before the week was out.
You’re clean,
he said officially, handing back my passport and license.
Yes, I know… so will you come out and have coffee with me sometime?
Um, well… do you know Café Greco on Columbus Avenue in Northbeach?
Mr. Policeman - Infringement After Sex
It was just a silly jest, that was all
You would think I robbed a bank
or pulled another gun on him or something.
I did not know he would be there.
I did not know he would be sitting there with a fellow policeman, both in uniform, sipping lattes in that café.
Our eyes met and we said hello, and I said, I do not know why, I put it down to nerves, I said:
Oh, hi. I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I knew straight away that was the most stupid thing I could have ever said.
He gave me such a terribly hurt and angry look.
I could have slunk away and died.
I did slink away but I did not quite die.
I got my coffee