Count To Ten, Then Try Again
My day started at around 2 PM. That’s when I woke up. I walked to the Castro to have my first workout in what seemed like weeks. After 4 days of not working out I become irrational and sort of crazy. I attribute it to lack of dopamine and seratonin. It has been proven that exercising produces these chemicals. I’m sure you’ve heard of runner’s talking about that high they get. That’s pretty much it. I have none left, it’s all spent up from White Party and the stress that followed. It has been a good two weeks since my last workout and I feel really gross. My friend Sarah calls this body dismorphic disorder. That’s pretty accurate if you ask me.
My Mom always said be careful of what you say around who you meet and how you treat people because you never know. I’m glad I listened. I was at the power rack at the gym when this guy caught my eye looking inquisitively with a desire to approach me. I was in mid set so I had an excuse why I didn’t engage. I thought about avoiding eye contact when I was finished so I wouldn’t have to talk. I was in hermit mode today and didn’t feel like being social. But I turned around and made direct eye contact and turned down my iPod to say hello to the chap. It turns out he works very close by Bruno Gmunder in Berlin and was here on business. Bruno Gmunder is one of the largest distributors and producers of Gay Erotic material. They have taken a liking to me over there and have had me on both covers of the picture books they’ve done for Rascal. He personally paid for me and Eddie Stone to tour Europe; taking in 8 cities in 8 days for the tour and promotion of the first book. In his main store in Berlin they have a ceiling composed of glass plates that are pictures of good looking young men. My first city was Berlin.
After wrapping up Köllide and A Night At Bruno’s I went over to the store for the first official day of the tour. Upon my arrival they showed me the newest glass panel to be introduced to the wall of fame. It was a picture of me, the picture was the same one that graced the cover of the book I was touring for. Had I listened to my inner voice and taken the low road it would have turned out to be terrible PR - not to mention plain rude.
Tonight there was a small cocktail gathering at my friend Jerry’s place in Noe Valley. It was a fund raiser for his participation in the AIDS ride coming up. Kevin donated his masseur talents while others donated various goodies to be raffled off. My contribution was a copy of Wrong Side Part 1, a set of 5 autographed pictures and a Johnny Hazzard dildo. Not a bad bag. A friend that I have known for years from Boston was there and his BF had the winning ticket. Only minutes before we had been talking about his perception of me and how it was strange to see me now compared to what he knew in the BJ years (Before Johnny). Well, here’s one more change in your perception buddy - and it’s a big one! Sorry, I couldn’t let that one slip by. Jerry raised three G’s from the event. Not bad!
