This lovely shirt was presented to me by a bodacious cowboy at Hole in the Wall Saloon, this past weekend. His name is Anthony, and is certainly one of the most handsome and beautiful men I've ever met. (And Hole in the Wall has them in spades.) As I walked towards him across the barroom floor, he looked directly at me, and signaled to come over.

At 6-foot 3 and gorgeously muscled everywhere, I fit easily and wonderfully in his excellent arms! Gazing straight into those blue-green bedroom eyes I spoke my first words: "Say, you sure are a tall drink of water...or is that half-and-half?"

Anthony ordered me to lick his boots; my tongue was all over his Durangos in a flash. Then he pulled me back up against his powerful chest. I kissed that noble face, with many delicious, slobbering licks. Testosterone never tasted so good!

Later that eve, he noticed my mossy green T-shirt with Aboriginal dream-time petroglyphs. Which shirt is very special to me, as it was given by a homeless buddy, Woody, who has suffered cruelty by ugly folks, for so many years. Ecstatically, he is finally rising above this, and finding great joy in life. I am honored to be such a positive influence for him. Obviously, Anthony must also be quite a special guy, to desire that shirt so passionately (read on).

"Wow, I want that shirt; let's trade!" In a flash, his own shirt was off, displaying a stunning chest and torso. Then mine was off, and--voila!--the fine scent of his body graced my own, thanks to that remarkable shirt he bestowed upon my trembling self.

The slogan on that shirt, "Almost Famous," certainly reflects my present circumstance. I'm a local, rising celebrity throughout the Queer Community. I am a prophet. I am a visionary. I am the Dream Cum True for Gay Liberation. (No false humility here!) My fame will soon ripple across the nation, and around the globe.

Until then, I'll keep my shirt on. (Actually, I don't ever want to take it off!)

Note: Neither Anthony nor any other gorgeous man will EVER compare to my complete and utter adoration, admiration, respect, and affection that I have for Larkin, my beloved amigo.