Sep. 9th, 2007 09:36 pm
Brushes with Food celebrity
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muckefuckI once joked to a visitor from LA that, whereas they have a limitless pool of celebrities (pseudo- and otherwise) to draw upon for close encountres, in Chicago gaydom, all roads lead to Oprah. What reminded me of this? Watching Iron Chef America and realising I recognised one of the celebrity judges as the Chicago Alpha Celebrity's personal chef. My actual words to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu were "Omigod, I've seen him naked!" (with the unnecessary TMI codicil "And I mean like played-with-his-balls naked" as if the Internet were rife with undeground pix of Food Network personalities in the altogether).
About twelve years ago or so, I was living in Hyde Park and fairly active in a couple of local Bear groups, which were naturally centred on the North Side. There were attempts to bring the bears on the South Side together outside of the bars, but they never amounted to much. So I was pretty thrilled to get in touch with this friendly Southern bear (hereafter "Jasper") living in Pilsen. When I met him for the first time in person during a house tour of his neighbourhood, we ended up hitting it off so well that the friend I'd come with had all left before we were finished talking.
I must've mentioned the play parties Nuphy and I were going to at the time, because he and his lover decided to accompany us to one. Since I thought he was not only fun and friendly but also way fuckable, I was fairly pleased. So that's where the balls come in. Unfortunately, I found out that the feeling was less than mutual; he told me he thought of me too much as "a brother" to fool around. (Which, when you think of it, is an even bigger fuck-off than "LJBF", since friends with benefits, sure, but brothers with benefits...um, GUH-ROSS.)
That wasn't why we fell out of touch though. I don't think there were any real reasons beyond my dumping the bears when I hooked up withmonshu, couple moving out of HP and just generally sucking at keeping in touch with anyone who doesn't aggressively hunt me down. It's probably been about a decade since we saw each other, which is why it took me so long to place him on the telly. His gorgeous red hair is going handsomely white and he's put on a surprising amount of weight in the interim, but he has the same disarming Southern charm that I remember so well.
monshu were "Omigod, I've seen him naked!" (with the unnecessary TMI codicil "And I mean like played-with-his-balls naked" as if the Internet were rife with undeground pix of Food Network personalities in the altogether).About twelve years ago or so, I was living in Hyde Park and fairly active in a couple of local Bear groups, which were naturally centred on the North Side. There were attempts to bring the bears on the South Side together outside of the bars, but they never amounted to much. So I was pretty thrilled to get in touch with this friendly Southern bear (hereafter "Jasper") living in Pilsen. When I met him for the first time in person during a house tour of his neighbourhood, we ended up hitting it off so well that the friend I'd come with had all left before we were finished talking.
I must've mentioned the play parties Nuphy and I were going to at the time, because he and his lover decided to accompany us to one. Since I thought he was not only fun and friendly but also way fuckable, I was fairly pleased. So that's where the balls come in. Unfortunately, I found out that the feeling was less than mutual; he told me he thought of me too much as "a brother" to fool around. (Which, when you think of it, is an even bigger fuck-off than "LJBF", since friends with benefits, sure, but brothers with benefits...um, GUH-ROSS.)
That wasn't why we fell out of touch though. I don't think there were any real reasons beyond my dumping the bears when I hooked up with
monshu, couple moving out of HP and just generally sucking at keeping in touch with anyone who doesn't aggressively hunt me down. It's probably been about a decade since we saw each other, which is why it took me so long to place him on the telly. His gorgeous red hair is going handsomely white and he's put on a surprising amount of weight in the interim, but he has the same disarming Southern charm that I remember so well.Tags: