I remember that this was a weekend game night at my Mom's house. I was always trying to entertain my family. This was my best supermodel pose, way before the age of Supermodels. The terry cloth hot pants still kill me!
Those were my everyday shorts, and all the other clothing was my mom's.
I also remember this was the first time my older brother, who I idolized, called me a f*g.
For me, the hardest part of being called a f*g by anyone, was that I knew they were right. And I couldn't prove them wrong. And it really created a sense of doom for me.
That feeling lasted until I finally got the hell out of VA at age 18, and began to live MY LIFE!
I remember my first "erotic" gay dream when I was about 7. I dreamed that I'd won a radio station contest and Duran Duran came to my elementary school in a huge stretch limo to pick me up.
I remember that Simon LeBon was wearing shiny black leather pants, and I spent the entire limo ride rubbing his ass, almost like I was polishing it. I had no idea where we were heading, but I was heading for Simon's shiny ass!
I still love Simon. And ass.
And 20 years later I feel so blessed - and no doom in sight!