LPJ is Still in My Life

A couple of other internet friends have inquired as to what ever became of my Little Pal, Johnny. Well, LPJ is still very much around and--although he is a workaholic like me--spent some much-need quality time with me last week. We were particularly amused by this beauty salon window.

We married LPJ off very well a couple of months ago to the head buyer of one of the largest department store chains in the country. Between that and the friendship with Julian Chang, LPJ has reached a type of wardrobe heaven; his walk-in closet in larger than many studio apartments I've seen.

I met my Alabama honey pot back in March at--where else--The Palace. I was struck not only by how handsome he was but by his intelligence, his work ethic, the biting sense of humor he bandied around, and the confidence he possessed. I didn't have to teach this charge very much at all; we just thoroughly enjoyed each other's company all summer; The Fourth of July party stands out in my mind. Sooner or later all charges have to be left off on a much higher step of the Gay Social Ladder; although there was never any doubt of LPJ's abilities, I fretted about what would becoming down the road for him. (So many fall through the cracks.)

Last night I was contemplative about life here. I know that until I leave The Palace no semblance of a normal home life can exist for me. The image of the out-of-control merry-go-round in Hitchcock's movie often comes to mind when I think of life here. Some cling on, some fall off, and there's even a few of us who are laughing. The inevitable crash, though, is coming.

Oh, well; it's time to put on a pretty frock and stroll over to Ocean Drive; Mondays are usually very quiet and it's always a perfect time to look at the ocean and think.