El Buen Chico

Michael: I'm half Italian and half drag queen. I'm allowed to get worked up. ~Queer as Folk

Ok so I'm not Italian or Drag Queen, but somedays it feels like it.

So many movies about good guys...they are overrated and so are the bad. I've been both. Oh I have stories. Lots of stories that I will soon be sharing perhaps that is what this blog will become, The Adventures of Lestat Oberon...Man Repellant. ha ha. Although it did not always be like this. Way back in the dark ages when I went to high school I was a mild guy who wanted to blend in and be normal. I think this is true of most kids my age that grew up a little different then those around them. I quickly was known by everyone, because of my sister being 3 years older than me it was hard to be a wallflower. I was the good guy...I landed the hottest out gay guy in, well, the next town over. He, I thought was a good boy too...ha ha...love the hindsight is 20/20. He was, just eager to get out of the small town we grew up in. It was a magical moment where I meet him and there was an instant attraction. A friend hooked us up (note, now I think it is a horrable idea to hook friends up and I won't do it, sorry guys but my little black book and my little addie book is not open for dating services). We started with instant messanger...I know what is that now, ha ha, I think we have all forgotten. If we haven't forgotten, maybe we should. I remember him inviting me over to his house for the first time. We used his parents hot tub for some foreplay and yes, we had an amazing night...(notice the ... used here is not my usual ...). He was the first boy around my age that had it, new what he wanted and did something about it. He now is in law, liquidations I believe. Fancy. Needless to say he was also my first major break up, on New Year's Eve. Perhaps that is why I go all out and have great NYE parties now.

It was then that I realized good guys never win, so I took a Brian Kenny (note at this time I had no idea who he was) approach on life, or as Emmitt puts it, "Fuck 'em all."

Then comes college, but that will have to be tomorrow.

L