He has a body with subtle yet erotic tattoos. He dances with his shirt off and you notice that his pecs are coming along nicely. Everything looks perfect until you look at his face and realise that he is ugly.
Bro’, I’m sorry it ended this way. Kayla said I was a pussy. She’s a hard-faced Scouser bitch. She fingered my blue dolphin tattoo and said that I needed to keep face with my boys. I needed to teach you a lesson. I knew that.
It was months ago, and you’d picked up on something that I didn’t want people to see. You’d sent me a message, I was drunk and stupid, and I replied saying that I found you exciting and I was intrigued.
But there was a problem because you showed my message to the boys and made me look a dickhead. Didn’t you think that I wouldn’t find out? That’s why I dropped you because I had to show that I was still the hard cunt I was supposed to be.
I always hold a grudge, and I might have made an exception, until Kayla said the boys were still talking about that message. She said that you didn’t deserve that dolphin tattoo, the one that said that you were in a gang.
Bro’, you must understand that I had to do something about it.
I couldn’t do it myself because I didn’t have the heart, and it was too obvious. Instead, I paid five hundred quid to a geezer from Manchester who was an absolute nutter.
I didn’t know when it would happen, and I bet you thought you were home and dry. But I got you in the end.
I’ve watched it on my mobile phone.
Laying in the gutter on some dark backstreet, snivelling, and begging for mercy. Crying because your nose was split and most of your teeth had gone. Screaming because your face had been slashed with a sharp knife. Blood, blood, everywhere.
When you thought you couldn’t hurt anymore came the kicks and the cracking of bones. There was still unfinished business. Next came the acid that burned your tight stomach and obliterated that badge of honour, the dolphin tattoo.
Somebody will find you, half-dead and alone, and you’ll recover from your wounds, but not your sanity.
Bro’, my boys will know who did it, and they’ll think twice about taking the piss. What can I say? I really did like you, and you excited me, but if I wasn’t going to have that pretty face then nobody would.
Jeremy Ruehlemann (1995-2023)
Beneath the beauty was a person, like the rest of us. The blood running through the veins, and God-given blemishes. But that blood stopped flowing, and like others, will be remembered as you were. Never to grow old.
“If you dance with the devil, you may as well lead.”
For somebody who had ‘I will never die’ on his chest, you consistently tempted fate.
‘We’ve been – always here.’
What’s important was not the years in your life but the life in your years.
“This is for Jeremy, the most beautiful man that gave so much love to everyone he met no matter what.” – Christian Siriano
Inky. Arty. Sexual. A magazine of the human skin. That tender moment became an exploration of naked flesh. It meant something to you. It meant nothing to me. But then your obsession became my obsession too.
Perfectly Hard and Glamorous 