November 2007
As you heard in the last entry, we were running away from the tragic effects of Hurricane Andrew.
Me, Rex, and Susie, were on our way back to Huntsville, Alabama. Rex and I decided to move in with a couple we had been friends with before, Chris and Jim. We were both in the process of finding jobs and the transition of it all made us so compatible and falling into one another's arms.
About a month later, an apartment opened up downstairs and Rex and I decided to take it. We had just found jobs, Rex was working in a factory working 3-11, and I had got a job in a convenience store as a clerk. Since, Rex and I worked the same shift and only had one car, I had to walk eight miles to and from work. It was okay, kept me looking good.
We had developed a relationship like no other, a silent love. I mean, we never questioned each other and we never complained if the other slept around. Our love just came naturally.
I even recall one evening, Rex bringing a trick home. They went to his bedroom, fooled around. Right after they finished, Rex came into our bed and told the guy he was dismissed. We of course, kissed, cuddled, and went to sleep.
We stayed living together six months and I began missing home. I could never stay away long from home. I had mentioned it to Rex and he told me if that is what I want, he would take me back home. So, the very next day we packed up my things and Rex took me home. We spent that whole day and night talking and wondering how we would live without each other. We had came to the conclusion, that we will always be together at heart. Of course, that night we made love for the last time.
It was some ten years later, til we saw each other again. I went to Florida and visited him. I spent about three weeks there. During that time, we had decided to go out with some of his friends down there. While we were out, his friend had started to kiss me and Rex went off the handle. He had told him "he is mine, I have been in love with him forever." I stood there with my mouth wide open. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
So Rex and I sat down and talked all evening. We had realized that we were both in love with each other but would never approach the other with our feelings. We too, realized that we had changed too much, to go back to what we had. For one, two bottoms would never work and I am not into leather. Although, the love was still there, it couldn't work.
We only knew that we were best friends, and there would always be a timeless bond between us. We shared something very special, and something that can't be taken away from anyone else. It is just one of those cases, of not conveying your feelings and being sorry later. The tragedy was in not knowing, but the positive taken from it is the fact you will always have a brotherly love attachment that will always compel your friendship through anything. So, this week I dedicate my column to my best friend, Rex Alan Cole.
A trip to Orlando, Florida to pick up some automobiles for my dad turns into a party of multiple proportion.
Upon arrival, Rex, me, Tracy, and my step mama Susie began discussing this awesome bar we heard about, The Parliament House. After debating the ten dollar cover charge, we were all on board to go check it out.
We started by visiting the rooms of this famous hotel, needless to say we decided against getting a room. They were clean rooms, but the stained sheets and floors was enough to turn your stomach, but to each his own. We just walked around the catwalk and it seemed like every other door was open. It boggled the mind, what each room held. Men of every color and nationality engaged in bizarre sex positions, not to mention all the invitations to join. We finally decided this is not what we came to see, so we left and made our appearances at the clubs that surrounded the hotel. Now we were talking!
We started by visiting the rooms of this famous hotel, needless to say we decided against getting a room. They were clean rooms, but the stained sheets and floors was enough to turn your stomach, but to each his own. We just walked around the catwalk and it seemed like every other door was open. It boggled the mind, what each room held. Men of every color and nationality engaged in bizarre sex positions, not to mention all the invitations to join. We finally decided this is not what we came to see, so we left and made our appearances at the clubs that surrounded the hotel. Now we were talking!
There was a dance bar, where we spent most of the evening. Until Rex, Tracy, and myself realized we had lost Susie. She had ventured off on her own. So, we went in search of her.
When we finally caught up to her, she was at the leather/Levi bar and appeared to be having a great time and wearing some gay cowboy's hat. She greeted us all with a kiss, but not like the one she planted on Rex, a slip of the tongue.
We were all totally drunk and Susie finally passed out. We had a great time with her, except we had to get her to a safe place. We took her out to the car. While she slept, we went back in and partied some more.
The next day we all had slept in that hot car, and 100 degree weather. When we did awake, we had some of the worse hangovers of a lifetime.
The next day we all had slept in that hot car, and 100 degree weather. When we did awake, we had some of the worse hangovers of a lifetime.
Susie is a great friend to me as well as a step mama. The love run deeps and I welcome the chance to see her again.
It is good to hear that she is on the road to recovery and even better that the drugs no longer control her.
Her heart is genuine. God will replace the high with love. Let it fill her heart.
Experience what I have, a high on life. It can be absolutely spine tingling...
After moving back to West Virginia, things have slowed down a lot. I started my new found profession, as a food server and the money is excellent. Not to mention, the place I worked was like home, The Levee House Cafe. I was knocking down anywhere from a hundred to two hundred dollars a night.
Don't get me wrong, I still partied each and every weekend. Then soon after, I hooked up with one of my best friends again, BJ. She and I became staples at the local club and good times were on their way.
She finally convinced me to move in with her. We got this huge house on 7th street in Parkersburg, WV. It was great since we hosted all the after hours parties on the weekends after Different Strokes closed.
Another great friend was Mama C. She and I created a dance called the "Mama C". It's staple song was Shoop by Salt and Pepa. After a few weeks of introducing it at Different Strokes. Everyone was on the dance floor doing it...
BJ had gone and entered a tough woman contest, and won! Being a lesbian, this presented problems and some good things. The masculine side of the lesbians, made her a target for butches. Everyone of them wanted to beat her ass to show how butch they were. While the femmes all wanted her for her masculine traits. BJ was wanted by all, whether it was for a good reason or bad.
Different Strokes had taken notice to the impression of the "mama c" and had asked me to start teaching line dance on Sundays at the club. So, for the next month, BJ and I did just that. We had a ball doing it, and not to mention we got free booze for doing it.
Next week, we venture a little farther to this period in my life...
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