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My Graduation Picture. I did get a haircut for this shot!

Ok, already! I really appreciate that you guys are liking my blog. I wish I had more time to spend time writing. I will get at least one entry in a week.

I forgot to let you know what the surprise was for Scott when he came home from visiting his mom. Scott has a queen sized bed that he purchased many years ago. It was sagging and very uncomfortable. I went on Craig's List an put a want ad for a new bed and explained that I had only $100 and that the bed was for someone who was just finishing up cancer treatments. A man whose brother has passed from cancer responded right away. He was in the mist of a divorce and sold me his guest room queen for $100. He also delivered it and helped me set it up in the upstairs bedroom. I, of course had to tear the house apart to get the old bed out by myself. I donated the old mattress to a homeless guy who wanted it and tore the box spring up into small pieces.

I found it amazing that a complete stranger would help like this guy did. While we were setting up the bed he told me he didn't even like his brother when he was growing up but was glad that he got to spend some time with him before he passed. Once the bed was set up, I had to put the house back together, by myself. It was a week long process to pull it off and the bed is awesome!

When Scott walked into the bedroom he said "something is different". When he sat on the bed, he knew. No more sagging and waking up with bad back aches! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!!

Bear Beach - The Musical is coming along fine. Lots of rehearsals and I'm getting the hang of the choreography. I respect dancers so much more now.

Before I begin the my life section, I want those of you who read it to know that their will be a lot of gay oriented material as I get older.

My Life: My senior year I was hitchhiking back from somewhere and was picked up by a 35 year old Italian man named Armand. He actually lived in the same apartment complex as I did. He had a wonderful wife and he worked as a butcher at the local grocery store. He had dark curly hair, big mustache and the chiseled Italian facial features.

On the ride home he invited me to come over and meet his wife and smoke a joint, which I did. It became a routine to come by at least twice a week and hang out with him and his wife.

One day after school, i called in sick to my job. It was a Wednesday and I knew that Armand had that day off so I called him to see if I could come over and hang out. I guess you know what his answer was. When I got there we did the usual smoking and talking. Out of no where I felt his hand on my leg. Now, I knew I was gay but didn't know anyone else who was or what to do about it. When he touch me, I got really excited and thought I was going to pass out. I won't go into details on my blog (Maybe when I decide to publish the unedited version). Anyway, we had a wonderful time. I ended up almost losing my job because I kept taking Wednesday's off from work.

I was seventeen at the time and he was 35. To this day, I still like men around my age or older. They are much more sexier and real. I introduced Armand to some my friends. He took me to my first gay bar in Norfolk Virginia, called "Mickeys". When we made out at the bar, it felt so natural. I was so happy that other men had been born this way too. When I was hanging out with Armand I was happy. Before him, I felt as if my life was meaningless and the only thing to do was get drunk and do drugs.

One time, he and I had picked up a friend to go hang out and he put the move on my friend in the back seat. I was shocked. I was even more shocked when I my friend responded with pleasure. Now, I didn't LOVE Armand but I was crazy about him. He was my first after all. And did I mention how handsome he was?

By the end of my senior year, I had told my best girlfriend about him. It seems that her younger brother was gay and had a crush on me and I didn't know it at the time. Anyway, she wasn't happy about it because Armand was married to a woman. It was a mistake letting her in on it because she went to Armand's wife the next day and told her about us. I didn't know she had done it until I went over to visit and his wife pretty much cussed me out at the doorstep and told me to never come back! I saw Armand a few times after that and we still had great fun but it was time for me to move on.

So, I graduated high school that year in 1975 and was so happy to finished with school. Since there was no college in my future I wen to the gay bars in Norfolk and found the first hot man that would let me move in with him. His name was Steve Malik and he was an actor too. He taught me about poppers and living the "Gay" life. This lasted about six months. One day while he was at work, I packed my things in my car and left - no note, nothing. I wanted to find myself...

So many memories are flooding in my head right now, I have to stop. It's going to take about a week to put them together. So, see you all next week!!

Peace and Love,
Clayton