I met Ruben at the Tunnel, a huge dance club in New York City. I was on my way back to Germany, to serve four more years in the Army, so I needed to have as much homosexual sex as possible before giving my soul to a nation that hated gays.
The Tunnel, a disco located in the Meat Packing District, was a warehouse of sorts that was once part of the New York City subway system. Inside, it appeared that part of an old subway platform had been converted into a dance floor. There were several floors and each floor had its own dj. There were both male and female dancers with bodies of gods; they danced on podiums throught the club like sex objects. There were little rooms scattered throught the Tunnel—little alcoves where one could buy cocktails. It was in one of these quiet little rooms with brick covered walls where I met Ruben and his friend, Andre.
“Wow! You are in the Army?” Ruben asked, “Let me buy you a drink.”
I sipped on a Pepsi while Ruben and Andre drank beer. Finally, Ruben asked if I wanted to go home with him to Brooklyn. Andre struck-out with a girl he was rapping to. The three of us crowded in the back seat of a cab. I sat in the middle. The car raced across the Brooklyn Bridge at 3 a.m. Andre didn’t say a word. Ruben did most of the talking.
When the cab reached Ruben’s apartment in Bushwick, Andre asked if he could come upstairs. Ruben looked at me. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as if I didn’t care, so all three of us headed upstairs.
I remember so little of that evening in the dark bedroom—reaching, squeezing and wondering who was who. Did it really matter?
If I could turn back time to that night in Brooklyn, I’d set my watch for 4 a.m., the moment just before rays of sun started streaming through the shade of the bedroom window. I’d watch the scene over and over again and try to capture the essence of how these two men brought tears to my eyes, lust to my heart, and a love for a country with such hunky men, both in and out of uniform.
That was the only time in life I put on a pair of pink panties to have sex in. What was the purpose? It was so dark, yet Andre seemed to have night vision.