You're the

DAD

it's your job!

"Credit to Lee Lambert"

There are those of us who take our roles to new and amazing heights. At times I am one of them.

Being a Daddy is part of My intrinsic makeup. Teaching, training, caring, loving and affection come very honestly to Me. Giving these things up would be tantamount to giving up breathing. I might be able to do it for a while, but wouldn't care much for the results.

Since I don't seem to be able to escape the things that make this role right and proper for Me, I just accept it for what it is and go on. I know other people who have the same problem, and occasionally we'll get together and bitch about ourselves and our "kids" to one another. We're thinking about forming a support group: "Daddies Anonymous".

There is a new commercial that's making Me smile every time I see it these days: It features a guy talking about taking his family on vacation and the trials and tribulations thereof; he ends each short set of comments with "You're the Dad, it's your job". Recently I discussed this with some of My aforementioned friends and they agreed that their lives have taken on more than a bit of this flavor.

I can picture the meetings in My minds eye: Eight or ten Daddies of various shapes and sizes sitting in orange plastic chairs in the basement of some bank building. Male Daddies, Dyke Daddies and Femme Daddies, all drinking stale coffee and chain-smoking cigarettes. There's more than a little gray over the furrowed brows, and every now and then, one of us will involuntarily. I can see the fatigue and worry lines in even the youngest face. We swap stories and advice with each other, knowing it will change very little. Being a Daddy becomes and addiction.

A straight male Daddy known only as "Bill" sits on the opposite side of the circle from Me and tells his story:

"I'd just gotten to bed after a very long day, the phone rings, its one of My "kids" needing Me to to pick her up. The car has broken down on the worst stretch of the 110 freeway, and she doesn't have her AAA card. Out of bed I get, into clothes, into the car, down the 110 at 2:15 a.m. looking for a little blue Mazda on the shoulder of the 110. I search for two hours. She's managed a "quickie" repair and gotten it to run. I find this out the next morning at 10:00 a.m. I praise her on her mechanical know-how... I'm the Dad, its My job"

A Dyke Daddy three chairs down from Me, "Linda", shares her tale of woe: "I don't think they understand or respect Me. I tell both of My boys its their life and they have to live it. All I can do it offer the best advice I have and hope that it will work. I'm screwed any way i work it. If they take the advice and fails to produce the desired results, I'm at fault. if they don't take the advice and it backfires on them, then I should have MADE them take the advice, and its still My fault" She sighs loudly and lights another Camel off the butt of the last: "I just don't know how to let them know that I don't have all the answers, I mean one of them is OLDER than I am... "I'm the Dad, its My job"

"Peter" tells a story of losing one of his "kids" through a misunderstanding: "After a while we just couldn't communicate. It was like he had this rebellious streak and couldn't accept anything i was saying. I just wanted to take him in My arms and let him know how much I care, but he wouldn't let Me. He gave back My presents and told Me that I never cared about him. I saw him in a bar last week and he asked My advice on this guy he was trying pick up. I gave it... I'm the Dad, it's My job".

"Jason", perhaps the oldest in our group speaks up next: "I paid for everything, put him through college and law school. He lived at My house, ate My food, slept in My bed and was the most wonderful boy in the world. We took vacations together, had parties for each of his birthdays. Twelve years we lived as Daddy and boy. Now he's off chasing hot young boys at the bars and almost never calls. He did two weeks ago: he needed a loan. I gave him a check... I'm the Dad it's My job".

"Dana" is something with which I am not very familiar, a Femme Dyke Daddy: "I have one little girl and she's driving Me nuts with the "I want's". I want this and I want that and Daddy can I please have that thing over there? I love the kid dearly but her play age is somewhere around five and it's spilling over into every area of our life. She wanted to go on a pony ride last week. The guy wouldn't let her on. After all, she's about 150 bounds. I couldn't blame him, but you should have seen the scene she caused. A 32 year old wailing like a child. I took her to the car and held her. What else could I have done? ... I'm the Dad, its My job".

It's My turn, and I take a sip of coffee to wet My throat: "So I'm hanging at home for the night and I get a call from one of My "kids", whom I haven't seen for about 18 months. Actually I haven't heard from her in over a year. She tells Me that her relationship with her lover has turned abusive and that she needs some help getting herself and her two small children out of the situation... I'm the Dad it's My job. So, I end up driving across town with a friend of Mine, and serve the restraining order... I'm the Dad, its My job". It had to be done that night. Of course it took the "kid" a week to come get the receipt."

Being Daddy is not to be taken lightly. It's not about S/M, it's about loving and caring for someone in a way that is largely unconditional. The type of love that gets you out of bed at 2 am. The type that doesn't stop when the sexual part of the relationship is over. Sometimes, there was never a sexual relationship at all. Being Daddy is about respect and responsibility. It is about the best possibly decisions in respect to the people who count on you. You may not always be right on, but trying should count for alot.

Being Daddy is a form and expression of the soul. Even though I can imagine this support group with all the bitching and the examples of getting screwed over and used, being Daddy has given Me some of the best highs in My life as well as some of the worst lows. Being Daddy is silly, sacred, wearing and overpowering. Most of us couldn't give it up if we tried.

After all,

"WE'RE THE DADS,

 ITS OUR JOB."!!!

I thank Ryan S. for finding this, years ago after he first was collared. I found it the other day while cleaning and thought.. ya know.. people should see this.