I write this with reverence and quiet ache.
Bruce, the creator of Jock Spank, has passed on. For decades, he held space for a community often misunderstood—curating stories, images, and reflections that honored the discipline lifestyle with nuance, care, and unapologetic truth. But for me, Harry was more than a curator. He was a mentor, a collaborator, and a sacred influence.
Our conversations about Discipline Matters were never just technical. They were theological. Liturgical. We spoke of correction not as punishment, but as a covenant. Of ache not as shame, but as prophecy. Bruce understood the weight of longing and the beauty of boundaries. He helped me shape my vision with clarity and courage, never diluting the truth for comfort.
His legacy lives in every scene I write, every threshold I consecrate. He taught me that discipline, when rooted in care and dignity, becomes restoration. And that even the most niche desires deserve reverent storytelling.
To Bruce: thank you for holding the line. For building the archive. For seeing me. I honor you not just with words, but with the fidelity of my work. May your memory be a sanctuary for all who ache to be corrected, held, and restored.- Discipine Matters will always remember you.
Bruce was a man loved by many. His gifts weren’t loud, but they were luminous—recognized and respected by a community that had no outlet, no sanctuary, until he made one. He didn’t look away from the ache. He didn’t turn from the ordinary. He gave time, dignity, and presence to the common man—and in doing so, became a legend.
Jock Spank wasn’t just a blog. It was a threshold. A place where stories of discipline, longing, and restoration could be named without shame. Bruce held that space with quiet authority, and because of him, Discipline Matters stands today—not as spectacle, but as sanctuary.
