This is how the story ends How did it begin? For some reason I botched the plan lying at home in front of the fan "It's a beatiful night, or at least fair Why not see what's out there?" So I put on my shoes and unrelaxed my feet and strode out to run down random streets Fulfill your destiny? You don't have a phone! How, Twan, will <i> you </i> become Anthony Malone? What's gay? I asked. I lived a sheltered life So sheltered I thought one of the Fab Five was Dugan Fife I believe there were slang terms to invent what it was Please, whatever, don't tell me because. Good Time Guy? I'm still a virgin! Or with guys anyway, I don't need a surgeon What am I attracted to? How should I know? I'd say I'm this, but don't you pay a 'ho? The dawn of a new era: Am I really cute? Or will you kick me from the arena after I shoot? Whatever. I'll put on a protective veneer to protect a self-confidence that's remarkably sheer. A Good Time Guy seems to understand That you'd rather be with him than at home using your hand but then it occured: I was elected? Then why the hell am I always getting rejected? It makes sense: Look back at my first Pride, it raises bile Oh, that picture of me! Don't I look in denial? A smirk covers you all, it'll pass muster but damn, that afro makes you look like a buster. In life you need friends, in time you need love and sometimes you make both with a gentle shove but a GTG walks his own way, makes his own rules and is a jackass who doesn't laugh at himself when he looks a fool. I didn't want much, I said, just a little love as my one-nighters climbed to 100, then above And if I told you the actual number? A veritable wealth And I say that because really, I don't know myself. It's no coincidence I've come, and I can die when I'm done but why be done so quickly when I've had so much fun? And it's been fun, but I'm catching flack this former GTG gotta get down to brass tacks. Happy Pride 2009. My ninth, not my best doesn't mean a whole lot, though, for the rest is yet to come. We've all come a long way from how it all was once.Birth sign: Aries
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