Representin’ ‘n shit…

My dance partner, Scotty Jacobs, told me about some really awesome compliments from last night. Evidently some of the gay patrons at PT’s 1109 in Columbia, SC asked him if I was really gay or not. Of course I’m gay, and until April of 2008 it had never been an issue of debate or confusion. I guess as I’ve worked out more it’s become more dubious that I’m gay, but honey, she was born with a tiara on her...

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Gay men fawning over straight dancers

  There was a man named Dave in Atlanta at Swinging Richards who was in love with one of my favorite dancers, Charlie. Dave lived in Chicago, but he would fly in a couple times a month just to see Charlie. He was “in love” with Charlie, and wouldn’t talk to any of the other dancers. He wanted all Charlie’s attention, and he would get jealous when he’d watch Charlie give dances to other patrons. To complicate the issue even more, Dave...

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