Note to Self this PRIDE 2006
Born in New York living in Michigan and later calling home Edmond, Oklahoma I was always pegged as the big fish in a little pond. (Thom Collins-search Goggle for the LOONGER version) I blasted my way out of the closest at 15, sadly and unbeknownst to me would contract the then unidentified virus we know today as HIV/AIDS. Though tested HIV positive December 15th 1985 it was confirmed my exposure to be as early as 1983. Meeting my lifetime companion David in August of 1983 we finally had enough of the country life and I asked my partner to join in helping me become STAR and move to LA. I soon realized upon my arrival it was going to be allot harder than I ever expected. Speaking as a then “big fish” back in the sticks of a small pond in Oklahoma I worried just how my “Big Fish” status was going to translate into and become the “Great White” of saltwater West Hollywood GAY LA. For starters my fish is fresh water. So much work needed to be done starting with the cutting of my long bleached blonde perm “Christopher Atkins circa Blue Lagoon” mullet off. Oh yeah I had work to do.
Looking around so many fishes so little time. Such beauty, strong bodies, and youth always fleeting trying desperately and at all costs to keep that special youthful dewy innocent glow be it by pump it, pull it, inject it, buy it, stitch it, or even fuck it keeping the young closer too rather than farther from. I always heard this myth of your life is over at 30 if you are gay and never believed it until I moved to LA in 1989. Just before my 23rd birthday come Halloween 1989 it was clear according to WeHo youth savings time I didn’t have much. Soon it would become not only a dream but a quest to see how long it would take me to reach the top of the gay-pecking, food-eating, train-spotting, dope-snorting, revenge-fucking, fake-hating, love-loosing, over-dosing, party-clubbing, circuit-traveling, ass-kissing, dick-sizing, drama-dealing, scene-stealing, fun-loving, pill-popping, drunk-guzzling, lying-cheating, work-outing, ego-breathing, bare-backing, funeral-gathering, who’s-doing, gay-bashing, credit-carding, money-spending, and finally the A-LISTing pecking-ordering of things.
Taking all of that into account I decided to resurrect an alter ego of
Looking around so many fishes so little time. Such beauty, strong bodies, and youth always fleeting trying desperately and at all costs to keep that special youthful dewy innocent glow be it by pump it, pull it, inject it, buy it, stitch it, or even fuck it keeping the young closer too rather than farther from. I always heard this myth of your life is over at 30 if you are gay and never believed it until I moved to LA in 1989. Just before my 23rd birthday come Halloween 1989 it was clear according to WeHo youth savings time I didn’t have much. Soon it would become not only a dream but a quest to see how long it would take me to reach the top of the gay-pecking, food-eating, train-spotting, dope-snorting, revenge-fucking, fake-hating, love-loosing, over-dosing, party-clubbing, circuit-traveling, ass-kissing, dick-sizing, drama-dealing, scene-stealing, fun-loving, pill-popping, drunk-guzzling, lying-cheating, work-outing, ego-breathing, bare-backing, funeral-gathering, who’s-doing, gay-bashing, credit-carding, money-spending, and finally the A-LISTing pecking-ordering of things.
Taking all of that into account I decided to resurrect an alter ego of
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