Almost Famous


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Ezekiel J. Krahlin
http://www.gay-bible.org
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ALMOST FAMOUS
(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

© 2006 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin
(Jehovah's Queer Witness)




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.

---finis