The Fast Paced Life of Julian A
So, last night was probably the best night I've had in a long time. Maybe I should recap.
I've dropped out of school. My mom got a job offer in Washington DC that's not only a promotion but a major salary increase that will change her (and our) lives forever. She asked me to move with her in April when she goes, and I agreed. I've always felt a huge entitlement to my mother that I've never been able to shake or lessen. I don't ever think I should, but the debt I feel to her has multiplied drastically since we put her partner down, Little Dog, in December.
I can transfer to a 4-year university at any time, but, like in high school, I have no idea of where I want to go. It's all fine and great, and I would probably just go to (SF) State, but I'm moving to DC and will probably go to a school out there.
I live on my own in San Francisco, and will probably move out by the end of March, if not mid-March in preparation for the big move back east. I live with Sophia, my childhood friend, and her sister in their abandoned old home in Noe Valley. I've taken a nearly full-time position at Samovar Tea Lounge, the job I've been working since last year. I'm writing for their online blog (samovartea.com), and am an esteemed "tea ambassador."
Cha-cha-cha changes, huh?
Additionally, in having a little extra time due to a lack of educational time consumption, I've become somewhat of a social butterfly in the underground indie gay scene in San Francisco. It's a lot more connected and a lot bigger than I ever could have imagined. It all started back in the fall when Amar, Dwayne and I began to frequent the dive bar in the Tenderloin called Deco Lounge. Still being under 21 (June 30 that all changes), its nearly impossible to get into any clubs without being carded, but we quickly have become friends with most of the bartenders at Deco, one of which I had a brief "thing" with (see: Deco David.)
Self proclaming ourselves "the Drama Mafia," or "the Dreamboys" if you will, we began to get acquainted with people at Deco, as it became the center of the indie gay scene's attention on Fridays for the Rod, the Sissy Club, or Starfucker. Other venues got more attention on other days that night, namely the Tubesteak Connection at Aunt Charlie's on Thursdays, Playboy at the Stud on Saturdays, and Double-Dutch Disco on Sundays at the Transfer.
Now that we're all caught up .... back to last night.
Dwayne and I went to Juanita More!'s fried chicken dinner, as I've begun to consume poultry again and I've become friends with the legendary San Francisco drag queen. She approached me on Valentine's day to shoot some photos for the promo flyers for Playboy at the Stud, as every month there are featured boys on fliers who are scantily clad. She asked me to pose for April and I did so. The pictures will come soon. Here are a couple examples:
So Juanita does this fried chicken dinner every once and a while, not on a regular schedule, but people go crazy for it, and by the time I called for a reservation for two, they were all booked up and Dwayne and I sat at the bar. We had an amazing time, drinking beer after beer on tap, eating fried chicken and chocolate cake, and being serviced by MOREboy Isaac.
Juanita bought Dwayne and I shots, we had five beers each, and I began to flirt with MOREboy Josh, who I have a history with off and on in the past. As the dinner wrapped up Juanita told us that she would be on the way to the Transfer for Double Dutch Disco and so Dwayne and I decided to get a head start by walking to a liquor store for a little preparty on the way to Church and Market. We picked up some cash, a Sparks each, and from SOMA we began to walk to the Castro.
We helped this girl push her car to a gas station and then bought her twenty dollars worth of gas.
The House of Herrera (two gay Mexican brothers, Allán and Leo) were outside of the Transfer flirting with these bears and I was worried I wouldn't get in so Allán let me borrow his ID. Juanita was already inside and Josh was not answering his cell phone so it took a daring maneuver to get inside, but it worked and they did not even card. Dwayne and I hid our stuff, took long pisses, then bought a drink each to chill us out.
The rest of the night was a blur. I do, however, remember dancing on the pool table to disco, taking off my shirt and tossing it onto this storage container, meeting a Myspace favorite of mine, kissing Juanita on the cheek, and getting into a fight with Josh. My Myspace crush:
Then Dwayne and I left and got donuts on our way home.
That was the deal last night.
And that's the story of my life ... lately.
Why am I moving to DC again?
I've dropped out of school. My mom got a job offer in Washington DC that's not only a promotion but a major salary increase that will change her (and our) lives forever. She asked me to move with her in April when she goes, and I agreed. I've always felt a huge entitlement to my mother that I've never been able to shake or lessen. I don't ever think I should, but the debt I feel to her has multiplied drastically since we put her partner down, Little Dog, in December.
I can transfer to a 4-year university at any time, but, like in high school, I have no idea of where I want to go. It's all fine and great, and I would probably just go to (SF) State, but I'm moving to DC and will probably go to a school out there.
I live on my own in San Francisco, and will probably move out by the end of March, if not mid-March in preparation for the big move back east. I live with Sophia, my childhood friend, and her sister in their abandoned old home in Noe Valley. I've taken a nearly full-time position at Samovar Tea Lounge, the job I've been working since last year. I'm writing for their online blog (samovartea.com), and am an esteemed "tea ambassador."
Cha-cha-cha changes, huh?
Additionally, in having a little extra time due to a lack of educational time consumption, I've become somewhat of a social butterfly in the underground indie gay scene in San Francisco. It's a lot more connected and a lot bigger than I ever could have imagined. It all started back in the fall when Amar, Dwayne and I began to frequent the dive bar in the Tenderloin called Deco Lounge. Still being under 21 (June 30 that all changes), its nearly impossible to get into any clubs without being carded, but we quickly have become friends with most of the bartenders at Deco, one of which I had a brief "thing" with (see: Deco David.)
Self proclaming ourselves "the Drama Mafia," or "the Dreamboys" if you will, we began to get acquainted with people at Deco, as it became the center of the indie gay scene's attention on Fridays for the Rod, the Sissy Club, or Starfucker. Other venues got more attention on other days that night, namely the Tubesteak Connection at Aunt Charlie's on Thursdays, Playboy at the Stud on Saturdays, and Double-Dutch Disco on Sundays at the Transfer.
Now that we're all caught up .... back to last night.
Dwayne and I went to Juanita More!'s fried chicken dinner, as I've begun to consume poultry again and I've become friends with the legendary San Francisco drag queen. She approached me on Valentine's day to shoot some photos for the promo flyers for Playboy at the Stud, as every month there are featured boys on fliers who are scantily clad. She asked me to pose for April and I did so. The pictures will come soon. Here are a couple examples:
So Juanita does this fried chicken dinner every once and a while, not on a regular schedule, but people go crazy for it, and by the time I called for a reservation for two, they were all booked up and Dwayne and I sat at the bar. We had an amazing time, drinking beer after beer on tap, eating fried chicken and chocolate cake, and being serviced by MOREboy Isaac.
Juanita bought Dwayne and I shots, we had five beers each, and I began to flirt with MOREboy Josh, who I have a history with off and on in the past. As the dinner wrapped up Juanita told us that she would be on the way to the Transfer for Double Dutch Disco and so Dwayne and I decided to get a head start by walking to a liquor store for a little preparty on the way to Church and Market. We picked up some cash, a Sparks each, and from SOMA we began to walk to the Castro.
We helped this girl push her car to a gas station and then bought her twenty dollars worth of gas.
The House of Herrera (two gay Mexican brothers, Allán and Leo) were outside of the Transfer flirting with these bears and I was worried I wouldn't get in so Allán let me borrow his ID. Juanita was already inside and Josh was not answering his cell phone so it took a daring maneuver to get inside, but it worked and they did not even card. Dwayne and I hid our stuff, took long pisses, then bought a drink each to chill us out.
The rest of the night was a blur. I do, however, remember dancing on the pool table to disco, taking off my shirt and tossing it onto this storage container, meeting a Myspace favorite of mine, kissing Juanita on the cheek, and getting into a fight with Josh. My Myspace crush:
Then Dwayne and I left and got donuts on our way home.
That was the deal last night.
And that's the story of my life ... lately.
Why am I moving to DC again?