Chapter 4 - So Fabulous - So Fierce

We went to a place called the albury hotel , very cosy and full of beefcake for all , we got looks everywhere we walked in there , and surprisingly I didn’t get asked for ID the whole time , dan knew a lot of guys who came over , merely out of curiosity to see who I was but to talk to him , when he lied out of his ass and said I was a mail order husband from Israel we all had a hearty laugh and kept drinking our vodkas. After watching a drag show half heartedly we sat back down by ourselves as the crowd disappeared to various venues. Tony , one of dans friends who always had a “hard” spot for me grabbed dan and said “pet you wanna go to bodyline? Bring the twink, we’ll all tag team” Dan replied with a look as if to say “touch and ill go you with a fucking knife” I asked what bodyline was, and was answered with a laugh from tony followed by “Don’t worry cutie one day when dans not round ill show ya” I smiled and looked back at dan who dismissed tony , then leaned over and told me exactly what bodyline was. After giggling over a story of an old musclemary he met one night there we sighed and retired for home. It was strange sleeping in a bed with a guy I hadn’t had sex with,wondering what might or might not happen all night I tossed and turned whilst dan snored his ass off. The doorbell rang , I looked at the wall clock , 1pm . Shit where’s my underwear? I had to answer the door wrapped in a fur coat on a hat stand. As I opened the door there stood such a fine specimen of manhood. Tall darkhaired and built like a tank! The guy wearing a pair of shorts leaving not much to the imagination winked as he looked me over and said “hi im mark, the buildings maintenance guy, Danny booked me in for 2 hours today to um er clean his pipes” Me being the innocent lil vixen I was then let him in as he brushed past me I felt he had an erection. I guess being greeted at a door by someone in a fur coat gets some people off!

Mark followed me closely, maybe a little too closely to dans bedroom. “wait here and ill wake him up” I said. I opened the curtains in the room and woke danny up, he rubbed his eyes and grumbled. “dan theres a cute guy called mark here says he’s come to clean your pipes” Dan laughed hysterically at my comment and said “Oh that’s ok hes one of my regular visitors, you’ll get to know him soon too if you keep walking around in that getup, let the cutie in ill jump in the shower” I got up and turned the water on for dan then let mark into the bedroom, as I opened the door I caught him fondling himself. “don’t stop on my account lovey” as I groped him walking past. He smiled and continued into the bedroom. Dan called out for me to go and get us some breakfast as the pipes may take a while, I grabbed a $20 off the counter ,walked into my soon to be bedroom and threw on a pair of shorts.
Man it was one hot Sunday afternoon outside! 33.c and there were guys everywhere with shirts off, some old , some young so I felt in good company. Walking up to the supermarket I thought about dans comment of mark being a regular visitor. I remembered dan used to be a hooker, or maybe mark is his partner and they have some little sick role play fantasy they play out where mark was a horny plumber and dan was a deprived housewife…… Laughing the thought off I continued deep into clancy’s to research what to buy for breakfast. I remembered that there was no food at all in the damn house, So if I wanted to live best I buy some extra. Turning into the cereal aisle I crashed into someone else. As I looked up I saw it was Tony from last night and when he recognized me he had the biggest grin on his face. “hello sweetheart , fancy bumping into you here, and dammit were not even naked” I forced out a smile , fully knowing this guy had a 1 tracked mind. “I’m buying some food for us , plus dan has a “friend” over at the moment so im making myself scarce for an hour” Tony smiled at me picking my stuff up off the ground he looked into my eyes and put his hand round my waist and whispered into my ear “well if hes gonna be a while then why doncha come back to my house and well kill some time, you know play some cd’s muck around on the pc and shit” I smiled thinking it was a good idea and decided to go along with it, hell he might turn out a decent guy and try not to make a move. We paid for our groceries and walked down the street. I realized he only lived 3 doors up from dan which was convenient if I needed to get away for a while. On the way I started to tell him what I am and why I’m here and how dan rescued me from the wall and stuff. Tony told me he used to work the wall a few years back but now he is 26 he cant turn tricks as often due to his love of working a day job. We entered the apartment , wow what a swish place it was furry rugs, chrome décor and the campest sculpture of a mans ass right by the door. We put our stuff in the fridge and decided to sit out on the balcony seeing it was so hot and people watch.

Ok heres the 3rd instalment ...
Chapter 3 - Lifestyles Of The Queer And Dangerous

I woke up late Saturday morning , it was great to sleep in bed naked , without worrying that mother would walk in while I jerked off . Anyway it was 4pm and I was wide awake , I decided to get something to eat , hadn’t eaten since Thursday and was feeling a tad peckish now. So I showered and dressed , this time in the tightest thing I owned , a charlotte hornets tank top and shorts (ok I looked like a kid, but some people like that) While eating my little pizza I thought about being a hooker , without the drug intake and considered how much fun it would be to earn so much money , id never have to do a boring 9-5 job like everyone else , and I would have plenty of friends with the money I throw around , not that it would last long though I remember someone saying to me later on , by the time im 30 ill be old hat and ready for pasture , perhaps saving my pennies for my “retirement at 30 is necessary”. Anyway I decided to take another trip to the street , I found out it was called “the wall” by locals whom most knew it well…. Funny that . Damien was there by himself , looking like he just had a hit of something , he said “Hi kid , back for more hey , anyway now those guys are gone , are you really interested in becoming a worker coz I know a guy who…..” What the fuck do you think youre doing chatting up children dame” I heard a voice booming from behind me say I was whipped around by this tall stranger with bad hair. Hey you how old are you ? “Im 16 and im new , and yes I am thinking about becoming a ho “ Oh is all that he could manage out of his mouth. Well you can just wait over there by the pink car. I obediently walked over to the pink VW and sat there while this man talked with Damien quite roughly Damien departed and was never seen of again …. The man walked over to me , studying me looking into my eyes and said “youre cute kid , im dan , these guys all know me , ive been here longer than any of them , anyway you don’t want to be out here at this time of night , the cops are coming along soon and I don’t want any more loitering fines to pay off” So what do we do then dan? I just need to get some money , im running out” as I opened my wallet to show the 2 grand in there. “Put that shit away queen , you wanta get belted up?” Sorry .. I said as he opened the door to his pink car and as I got in I had a strange feeling this guy was kinda ok. We drove what seemed like miles but it was only a few blocks , pulling into a basement car spot he leaned over and unzipped my fly reaching in. “Hmm impressive but I guess theres still growing room in you yet” I had no idea what he was on about but was feeling nervous …. Perhaps he was a pimp or something that looked after his “bitches” in return for sex and money (oh how I was wrong).

We entered his apartment , spacious yet messy , a cat glared at me across the room “ oh that’s just prissy my little Siamese pussy” He said as he took his jacket off. “make yourself comfortable , take your shoes off , whats your name kid?” Im scott , and from there told him the entire life story of myself from 1988-1992 , he sat there looking very interested , especially at the parts about the student teacher sexual escapades. “Well scott my dear I think I have a job for you , its not working your box and trust me im no pimp , I just keep those drug fucked whores in line when need be , I used to do the wall myself many years ago , but it bored me and I saved my cash from what I earned to buy this place” I studied his lips , and his mannerisms , nothing of what id seen on all the other gay guys in “tinseltown” he was straight , yet with a bent pipe so to speak. As I sipped my Turkish coffee he made he studied the way I brought the cup to my mouth , and the way my eyes glowed in the mirrorball light above. I felt warmth oozing from his every pore , maybe it was the house too. Well dan whats the job ? I asked curiously and nervously. “Well I need someone to live in with me, take care 0f the cleaning and cooking , paying the bills and stuff because im hardly around to do it these days , I just need someone to pretty much be my houseboy no strings attached” Whats a houseboy? I asked myself … How much does it pay ? “100 a week starters , but remember you live here rent free , food is free , phone,power etc are free so I think it’s a good wage” Done deal dan I said as he grabbed my hand and walked me towards the bedroom I was to be living in for the next 3 years. Now dan was and still is one of my very best friends , we have a special connection no other 2 people have , we know each others thoughts,moves and moods. Its so scary living in someone elses skin with so much worldly experience. More of dan to come though , and an interesting twist when chad comes to visit.

Where was I ? ah yes , he left me there to get the feel of the house while he picked up my stuff from my hotel , he sure was gone a while I thought , too trusting to leave a total stranger in his own house of millions … I could just pick up his stereo and vcr and walk right out…. “Ah there you are” I turned around to see dan standing there with a smile on his face and hands full of my bags and stolen pillows from the hotel (I love ‘gifts’ from the hotels) He plonked the stuff on the floor and handed me a key , “here you go , now I am trusting you to do everything I ask from now on , and trusting you to live under my roof and take care of everything especially my gorgeous cat prissy” Don’t worry I wont fuck up I said smiling as much as possible , I moved the bag to my new wardrobe , there was no bed or anything , dan said we could go shopping tomorrow for that , but tonight I could sleep with him (I still wonder if that was an offer or not to this day). He also commented I needed some decent clothes for when we go out and stuff , because he said he liked the idea of having a young cute thing hanging off his arm while out , I found that idea fun and he allowed me to raid his wardrobe , this is where I got my taste for mossimo and 26 red casual combined in a neat package called me. After showering again I was near exhaustion after cleaning his kitchen, he commented that it was the cleanest it had ever been , more like it was the first time it was ever cleaned I said. We both laughed hard until we collapsed on the bed and lit cigarettes. It was 1am and I was bored , so was dan “Lets go out scott , paint the town pink and get some men to buy us drinks all night” Now how could I refuse this offer , I threw on my shoes and we were out the door fast.

Here comes chapter 2 of "Pricks I've Met" . Please beware I wrote this a long time ago, so some immaturity, bad spelling & ways of describing "the way" certainly should never have been written but .... one must progress by criticizing their own work :)

Chapter 2 – Oxford delights me so.


It was nearing 11pm and a Friday night in the big city, the stars were shining and the smog was high above the sky. Trent had told me about a place called oxford street that had more queens than Windsor house for my pleasure (Trent was a student sports teacher who “devirginised” me in all ways possible , whoa what a cock he had on him , anyway more about him later I thinks). So anyway I put on my sweatshirt and jeans with no underwear and walked out the hotels door , it was terrifying being in a town all by myself for the first time , but I managed to stay alive for most of it , “walk past the memorial statue shaped like a penis and turn right across the park till you come to a big Intersection , there will be a state bank on the corner and voila you have tinseltown” was all I could recall of Trent telling me that night in his car after I had told him of my independance plans. Tinseltown , now that’s a name I’ll never forget in a hurry , even though it has been stolen by many a drag queen after I mentioned it!

Please note, a lot of this is written from memory , I originally kept diaries with all of my thoughts from the day I left wattle street , there were six of them altogether , but they were burnt one day in an “interesting blaze in my over-insured car” So if I do skip ahead of myself please forgive me , I am a natural blonde.

I found Oxford Street with no delay, I was in awe of this cult of homosexuality just brewing at the edge of sydney’s cbd. Now where to go first I asked myself, hmm maybe to that cute guy standing by the atm machine “hi I’m new here, what’s a good place to go for a drink?” He looked at me and said, well country boy my place for a start. “thanks but I’m not that desperate” Oh my gawd did I really say that? Well I guess I did coz he was left open jawed as I walked further up the street. Wow I think this place is already having an effect on my lingo, or maybe it was already there, years of wit and malice bursting to get out in one night.

Anyway I came across this street with all these boys standing around chatting, they looked like hookers although they might’ve been cops or something. Walking up to one of the guys I recall asking what goes on here he cheerily replied with “fuck off kid we don’t need trouble here” Well I knew when I wasn’t welcome……. “Hey kid what’s your name?” I turned around to see a tall thin blonde guy standing against a wall I replied “I’m Scott and new around here , just flew in tonight” Hi kid I’m Damien , I’m a hooker , do you know what a hooker is kiddo? I heard some of the other guys laugh to themselves “ Yeah I do , you spread your ass for old men with baby on board stickers on their cars to support your drug habit in return for 100 bucks” (I never knew when to shut up!) Yeah kid that’s right , we all do , it’s the only way we can these days , anyway how old are you ? He asked whilst staring at my crotch. Just 16 I replied feeling nervous as they surrounded me. “Well Scott are you interested in becoming one of us? Or are you looking for a good time?” Neither really I replied, well I better go now, ill see you later as I backtracked and walked away very fast. I ran all the way back to the hotel with tears in my eyes. What was I gonna do? I knew nobody here , and the guys I come across either want to fuck me or use me , either way I’m confused at the lifestyle I have been destined to use...

Ok here it is kidddos... This has been a constant friggen work in progress, I'm so halfassed about it these days, and it kinda shows in the final few sentences.

This is part one of the first few chapters... Feel free to chuckle or vomit ...

Part 1 – Leaving for better or worse.

By the time my 16th birthday had come around I was getting restless as to when the time was right to leave, the urge was becoming greater to step out and explore things (and men) that I had never had before. But what would I do for cash, housing and food? This is where mother surprised me the day I told her I was leaving.
“So you want to move out hey? Sure I’ll help you set up, here’s 2 thousand to start, you’ll be better off out of here by the time your dad and I part” she said to me. I was amazed at the coolness of her reaction. But nevermore I took the cash and packed my bag.
Telling chad was going to be the worst part of my plan, and the man who showed me new heights of passion and (simply put a great way to fuck) the lovely pe teacher who was still a student himself. Also where the fuck would I live ? I cant live in a hotel for more than a week id run out of money and I refuse to sleep at the Y (gawd not even 16 and im becoming a self centered queen already). Anyway why am I worrying about this sort of thing , I have 2 thousand dollars in my pocket, warm clothes and I can always come back if I need to. Ok time to leave I said to mother as I opened the door , she turned to me and said “can I have the key to the house , I told your father and he doesn’t want you back in the house without permission , thank fuck hes leaving and being deported I could hear her think. I agree I whispered to her as I hugged and ran out the door.
Ahh the last I will ever see of wattle street I heard myself saying as I walked up the grassy hill , towards chad’s house, past the burnt out stable and cubby house we built as kids. This path was so fucking familiar I could walk blindfolded through it and still get there. Coming up to pinnot close I felt sick in the stomach , how was I going to tell chad I was really leaving? We joked about going together and becoming strippers in some sleazy bar and renting a studio loft in the big city and having a great life , but would he come with me? My heart pounded as I knocked on the teak colored door . Hmm no answer , maybe hes around the back. As I walked away the front door opened containing chad in not much else but a towel , followed shortly by some little blonde guy in not much else, “hello dallink” I said to him as I pushed past and into the lobby. He smiled and blushed as I looked at the little boy in the room with us , he introduced himself as david who was new to the area and wanted to make some “friends” Well from what I hear chad is as hung as a donkey so what better friend than him , After seeing this I couldn’t possibly ask chad to come with me so I opened my wallet looked at chad and giggled he winked and said “so youre really going this time? For good?” Yep….. all packed and ready to leave on the next train to the city. “I’m a gonna miss ya hunni I really wish I could come with you now , but mother would kill me” Yeah well , thems the breaks , anyway I wanted to say goodbye and good luck to ya , come and visit me during school holidays , and bring david if you like” I pinched david’s ass as I walked back out , Chad called out to me and had something in his hand, it was a small necklet , with a budgies foot holding a crystal ball “
Its um charming chad “, I said as I put it into my pocket ready to throw it as soon as I got within distance, well must be off its getting late and I want to make the 2pm train for the city.
As I turned half heel it started to rain, not a good omen, but who gives a fuck.

I hailed the bus from the top of boorigal road and stamped on , plunking myself down at the back of the old thing, smiling as I saw the sights leading to the local station hopefully for the last time (oh boy how I was happy) the last 4 years have been very interesting , with the disapparance of vince after that little saeance , the men , the sunbathing nude on the deckchairs , the men , hell , men were my life I say! Fassifern station was damp and cold (makes you wonder about the name) The train was due any minute now and just as I lit up a cigarette low and behold here comes the train , fuck ill never be able to chain smoke at this rate. Yeah the train ride was pretty darn dull, it gave me time to plot what I was going to do with my money and life from now on , also gave me time to perve without my mother being there to ask what I was doing or my “friends” calling me a poof for perving up a guys footy shorts on the bus.
Central station – 4pm and sunny , no tickertape parade for me though , although I did get a good looking over by some cute lad in spandex standing by the loos. So I decided I really needed to pee , in I walked to be greeted by 2 men jerking each other off at the urinals , mr spandex followed me in and said “wanna play” I smiled and followed him to the other end of the toilet block , well the rest is up to the imagination , but lets just say I found a loving for tall tanned jewish men that day. Ok now here was the next task , finding somewhere to sleep that was tasteful , yet rustic. The Y was most definitely a No No , although those communal showers would have been fun , all that tourist meat ready at soap bar and greased butt. So I found a little place called the CBD hotel in pitt street in the heart of the city , well it wasn’t exactly pretty , but it was 20 bucks a night so I figured I could stay here for a month before I ran into money trouble , but speaking of dosh , what was I going to do for a job ? Prostitution rang a bell , but too dirty I had morals to uphold … fuck morals I heard myself say , im a raving faggot whos had more pricks than a second hand dartboard. Perhaps stripping was in order , at that time I had a pretty good smooth body and rump , so maybe making my millions in some sleazy cesspit with dirty old bankers and politicians filling my g-string was a good idea after all …. Ok first things first , time to sleep and get ready to go out later.

Well this has been an interesting past few days... !! Work has been absolutely friggen crazyass. social life has been hectic, lovelife... well lets just say its stalled like an air cooled volkswagen on the M4 ...

The KFC was fabulous, although I feel the weight is creeping on... To explain, I gave up smoking 3 weeks ago now, not just as a health thing but quite simply I was fed up with paying so much for the fuckers... You know you have to give up when you pay $10 bucks for a pack of marlboros at your local supermarket Sheesh!!

I kinda updated the bigqueen website... well OK I changed the theme, but its a start hahaha .... After this blog i'm gonna post a little part of a story I have been writing... feel free to email me your comments .... kaboobie@blowstra.cum (substitute the obvious)

Well it's certainly been an interesting few days :)

Housemate has left for the US, We all had a nice little quiet dinner at this (to explain it all i need say is texan) lonestar restaurant .. good steaks but the line dancing was a bit tacky .. Still, Yanks think anything is fun so long as there's a highway to it *cough*

Sitting on my big fat ass pondering going to the gym or veging out with some KFC in the bath... I think i'll take the KFC option !!

I've been looking through some of the blogs available, some are certainly eyebrow raising, my thoughts on blogger were it was an open journal kinda thing, like the secret diary of laura palmer type place... Was thinking about revealing some deep dark secrets, but then again have given this url to my more tech savvy friends... probably not a good idea to go spilling on secrets :-)

I have been too lazy to work on my website, itll never get finished at this rate, but considering the lack of interest bar the free email... i'm probably never going to finish it at all....

Well KFC option.... here i come more dirt later after my bath

At home now... A lot of thoughts running through my pretty little head atm... :)

Background... My housemate is leaving for 2 months on an overseas trip this weekend, which in normal circumstances I would relish, however they have done nothing but drain me ... financially and emotionally in the leadup to all this, as they don't seem to trust me (AND had a bad experience in the past) im expected to pay my share of the rent upfront for the 2 months she is gone.. .fair enough but im kind of scrimping by... barely have enough left over once I pay my *wartime supply type* groceries to buy a stick of gum.! Hah . just bitchin , fun to let it out... I love to see her face when I only give her half of what i'm supposed to this week. But I have to otherwise I wont be able to get to work at all ... I hope she understands.... then again what female in history has been understanding? No wonder I like men!

sitting at my desk at work... on the lovely 23rd floor of a late 90's building... looking down onto airconditioning vents, into other peoples meeting rooms... oh my hmmm close the blinds over on floor 23 please! .. Anyhoo... broke ... eaten what can only be described as going in the same way it comes out mashed potato with bacon. it tasted more like hot water with salt.. hah! can of coke, and later an apple. Nutrision!

Reading Bill Brysons "A Short History Of Nearly Everything" .. not as boring as it starts out, certainly enjoyable fluff filler for a dull winter monday in Sydney ... Later

@Bigqueen Dot Org :: Your Queer Portal!


My *very dodgy* attempt at a website.. Initially it was to be a portal for queer aussies, with forums, email, reviews and all that stuff, but i'm kind of halfassed about it all now, considering nobody uses it! (would help if i marketed it haha)
see www.bigqueen.org for more... I like the layout personally :)

oh well... late now!
gotta get my beauty rest.


P.S I am not really that big a queen. I just like the fact most gay guys insist on asserting their masculinity... it gets tired after a while... guys just because you drive a holden SS ute with a sports bar (color co-ordinated of course) don't mean you are butch... and besides.. the butcher the queen.. the higher the legs!!!

xxxx

As promised... here are some scary mugshots.... I will shamelessly add my gaydar link here until I can get blogger up and running on my own server (hmm!)

http://www.gaydar.nl/hatsumomo

Please note, I welcome all hate mail & prank calls, but sometimes I like my rest too :D

Well.
I've been pondering doing this for a long time.. as you do. and thought whilst sitting here on a rainy cold winters night... what the heck!!! I'll pour my droll and boring life out in text for nobody else but other lonesome suckers (heheh) to read :)

Hello, i'm patsy stone... 42... 36"24"36 ... only kidding but its a good opener.. no pun intended.

I'm a guy from Sydney Australia, who also happens to be gay.. no big deal there really, blame the gen X in me for my lack of enthusiasm to get political ... heh! I'll do some pics n stuff later.

I live in Parramatta in sydney, which is (apparently) the geographical center of Sydney , it is also the gateway to the hellmouth that is the western suburbs, westfield shopping malls & hideously overpriced housing estates ..

As you can see, I spell in the non imperial way... thanks to some (admittedly useless) schooling in the american elementary system, one never forgets the differences between harbor and harbour... or mom and mum... try explaining and winning an argument with a standoverish english school teacher who tries to whip into you the imperial way... when they know darn well you were taught differently :)

This is just random bollocks I have typed so far.. heh!

I consider myself a gifted writer.... well we'll see ... welcome and feel free to pick apart and psychoanalyze me... as I have done to the rest of you.

S