Someone I know is a bonda fide Rufus
Wainwright groopie. Now I’m not one to brag or spread gossip,
but here’s what happened. "Friend" has lunch with Rufus
at Tricks. (How fitting.) During lunch one of Rufus’s friend Elton
calls, his friend Sir Elton John! Okay, that really had nothing to with
my friend, but come on — Sir Elton John! Friend and Rufus hit it
off, said friend gets invited to Houston – the next leg of his tour.
The concert was amazing though, I made it through three and a half-hours
without passing out. There were some glitches in the performance, I like
to think he was a little distracted after having lunch my friend. Rufus’s
guitar string broke before he even played it and he forgot the words to
a song he was singing towards the end of the night. It was hard to notice
though, Rufus mumbles most of his lyrics anyway. And photos don’t
show you this, but Rufus has the look. Maybe it’s
the pheromones — maybe it’s his amazing smile — whatever
it is, it makes you dizzy and stupid. It makes your legs lose balance.
He’s sexy and muthafuk’n cool.
Plus he’s flamey as all hell. In the ending number he dressed up
the entire band with pointed witch hats and they melted into the stage.
Well, I think that was supposed to happen but, someone forgot the water
and they just kind of slowly kneeled down onto the stage. That in itself
was so worth standing for three and a half-hours. Rufus kicks ass, you
would think he takes himself so seriously with all the romantic songs
and such.
I could tell you more juicy details about my friend’s sordid Rufus
affair, but it’s not my story to tell. So, I will leave you with
this, I kissed American Idol top ten finalist Jim Verraros. I also drew
his picture in crayon over dinner, which was by far one of the most erotic
things I’ve ever done in a Macaroni Grill. Come to think of it,
it’s really the only thing I’ve done in a Macaroni Grill.
It was the way he looked at me. It was his perfect eyebrows, tall body,
intense visage, deep eyes, and fuck me hair. When I finished drawing him,
I had sweat running down my temple. He’s such a mind fuck, I loved
it.
We then went to Boom! night club for its last night as a gay bar and
partied the night into oblivion. There was also a three-way kiss that
night, but I’m no whore — I kept my tongue to myself.
The next day, Jim was on the Ryan
Seacrest show talking with Kelly
Clarkson. Phoenix is the perfect place to live. The weather is beautiful
right now and there are plenty of gay celebrities to fuck.
