Boy Out of Uniform

I am still recovering from White Party weekend, just spent two hours on the phone with "special friend" laughing and laughing, and have still to sort through the photos from the weekend. So? Mr. Peabody says we go into The Wayback Machine.

David was one of those personalities at Mars when it first opened; he and his boyfriend always wore leather and denim and he scared me because he was a motorcycle cop. However, he was always gracious and, in an atmosphere as crazy and over-the-top as Mars, that was a distinct plus. Then, one Sunday, David and his boyfriend arrived in drag; I was head-over-heels in love with him now and my camera was a thirsty beast that night. Funny how a boy in a dress is so much more easy for me to approach, and I invited David and his boyfriend to my apartment that week for dinner. They were lovely, enchanting and nowhere near as menacing as they appeared in leather at night in the seedy meat-packing district. Most of all, he loved his photos. It takes a real man to adore a gorgeous photo of himself as a sexy lady.