Case in point, our loverly little Shane, here. Look how he kicks the water and splashes about. Frolicking, even. Isn't that just great?
Sometimes I feel like that song at the start of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I've been to Georgia and California, and everywhere in between. I've been to paradise... yadda yadda.
I've lived in 6 states (9 cities), and have found that the best looking menz is in the south. Miami has the hot latin flair. New York is littered with muscled guidos. But Atlanta? Atlanta gets a mixture of the two, along with what I like to call, corn-fed. You know, the big yummy white guys with muscles in all the right places? Yeah, those. Some people refer to them as turnips.
Oh, and since I'm sure you're asking yourself, "What about LA," let me just tell you: Stunted! Hot guys, zero soul. Well, I'm sure there are some good people out there, but I was too busy shopping myself around and finding out what everyone else could do for me. It's tres hip to be uber shallow, narcissistic and stuff in La la land. Part of me hated it, but a bigger, more selfish part loved it.
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I enjoyed this entry. I like how you describe the L.A. scene. I might add that the folks in LA LA land all seem to think of themselves to be on the edge of success. The average MO, as in homo, a virtuoso star-to-be finds himself more than likely to be the waiter type until he reaches middle-age. Upon the discovery of their lost youth, it's time to bother visitors to the L.A. area with stories of how they were an extra on "Ally McBeal" or "Joey." The latter making me think that their ever so boring story is only slightly more tragic than the future acting career of Matt Leblanc. Anyway, keep writing - I don't think there are any gay people in Ohio judging from my most recent visit.
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