Boy Culture Page #7

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Perhaps it was naive to think I could help someone

who sincerely cared for me.

You paid him .

I paid him for his time.

The sincerity was his gift.

So why don't you just tell that guy that you love him now?

Sounds easy, doesn't it.

Yeah .

You're a pretty decent guy.

For a closeted queer who would hire a hustler.

For anybody.

Hey, don't I know you?

From school?

Oh my God

Blondie!

Huh?

You wore a Blondie T-shirt.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm a freak.

A cute freak.

Thanks .

Boyfriend trouble?

Something like that.

If it makes you feel any better, I just

broke up with this guy. I really liked him .

What happened?

I knew he wanted to break up but he didn't have the balls to .

So he treated me like sh*t, slept around .

Ignored me until I was forced to dump him

at his own work.

This whole thing is going to turn me straight

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I publicly dump this guy that doesn't even like me in B & O.

I'm heart-broken and the a**hole.

Scooter?

You know him?

No, but I think I have a story that'll make you feel better.

Okay.

I know it's sentimental fluff but it really

happened that way.

And it's too important to alter or make edgier.

Hearing that Joey had passed his behavior on

to Scooter like avenereal disease made me wonder what

had I just given to Andrew and where would that end?

So I guess the old guy couldn't change your mind .

It's not my mind that needs to be changed .

So what if you guys aren't boyfriends,

it doesn't mean you have to move out.

You don't understand .

I totally understand .

If it's worth anything,

I didn't go out while you were gone.

Now what am I supposed to do? Huh?

Some role model .

You don't need a role model .

You need a good friend .

You have X.

X sucks without you .

Joey had passed over Scooter.

Scooter had passed over Blondie.

A triangle of back-up plans.

All three were nice, deserving guys.

What the f*** were they waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

Wait, I need to plan this out.

What are you doing down here?

In that single moment, my defenses told me to say

''None of your business. ''

End this once and for all.

Retreat and lick my wounds in private.

Let him move out.

Screw these questions.

Maybe date Joey, my back-up plan.

But I took a chance and said

Waiting for you .

That's when he took me.

Almost.

I've been thinking about it and I want to be with you .

But I want to pay you .

You can't afford me.

Which is why I demand a reduced rate, seeing how

I'd be your lover with extra responsibilities and all

At that instant I decided it didn't matter

what we did outside this moment.

As long as we could have moments like this,

it was worth hanging on.

My hustling, his open door policy.

They meant nothing in this moment

If this felt so right we should go for it

and see where the pieces fell

What happens when you meet Mr.Right too soon?

You grab him .

There's no such thing as too soon

Note the new furniture.

That means this is some time later.

Andrew still makes my knees knock and my heart thud,

even when he brings up the old arguments about hustling

Eventually I'll stop.

I've got a sizeable nest egg, and the stocks

I told Andrew's dad about were no bullshit.

Andrew isn't playing around so much anymore either.

Funny, at this point I don't really care.

I know where his heart lies.

Gregory is now my friend and no longer a disciple.

He's discovered chat rooms.

He still hasn't confessed his love to Renaldo,

but Joey's hatched a scheme to hook'em up

introducing Renaldo to the internet as well.

I finally lured Joey in to attending U-Dub.

I took him to one of their queer functions and when

he saw the influx of freshmeat he was hooked.

I found a new turn on too.

Writing these confessions.

Selling them to magazines for folks like you.

Once a whore, always a whore.

Alex, is X here?

You request the services of X?

Call me X

Pleasure doing business with you .

Oh, f*** off.

It turns me on.

If you were ever in love, you and yours

handsome corny romantic thing too.

So, that's my confession.

Forgive me Father I'm guilty of the deadliest sin.

I'm human.

How many Hail Marys is that?

Legend correction: THIGSAN

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