Montreal Here I Come

So I’m getting ready for my trip to Montreal!

I leave this Friday for 10 days in sunny (?) Montreal as part of the GALA Choruses VII International Festival in Montreal, Canada. This is my second GALA, but I’ve never been to Montreal before, so I’m really excited.

I’m going with CGMC and the Slickers… but I’ll have plenty of time to see other choruses (and plenty of the sights as well!)

Yesterday I got some shopping done, printed out all my itineraries (Gotta love Orbitz for the online tix), a map of the downtown area, and got all my paperwork together. All I have to do now is laundry and pack.

Last night I went online to Gay.com and visited the Montreal room, where I chatted with this super cute boy from Ireland and another from Columbus, OH who saw our chorus when we went to a regional festival in Cincinnati. I think the super cute one from Ireland wants to meet… I hope so! He’s a hottie!

Anyone Out There?

Hey if you’re reading this, how’s about ya click on “Comments” and leave one? I’d love to hear from you. Let me know what you think. Am I keeping you interested? Do you have suggestions? Do I totally suck? Do you want to bear my children? Let me know!

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A letter of urgency

Please visit Moveon.org to write and send your own letter to the President and your Senators and Representatives.

Dear President Bush, Senators, and Representatives:

As not only a gay man, but also as a citizen of the United States of America, I cannot help but be disturbed by the removal of freedoms from our citizens that is occuring right in front of our faces. This is shameful and frightening. Our country was founded on freedom, and by removing the possibility of freedom from one class, group or sect of people, we are deconstructing the very foundation of our nation. This is wrong, and I urge you to realize it.

I urge you to reject the politics of hate and division.

Everyone has the same rights. There is no place in America for a Constitutional amendment denying marriage equality to anyone.

Sincerely,

Richard L. Aiello, Jr.
Chicago, IL

July has arrived

Well I got my wish. Damn it’s hot out. And humid. Let the parade begin! And just in time for me to go to Montreal. I hope to meet a hot French Canadian boy. Or two.

STORY TIME: My First Boyfriend – Part 1

Donnie was my first love- but he got away. This is our story.
(This story was written in 1995 for my first website.)

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It all started in the winter of 1992….

I was working at a Best Buy in Racine, Wisconsin at the time. I had a 20 minute drive to get from there to Kenosha, where I was living, and the majority of the drive was along a highway that connected with my street. As I entered Racine, I would always pass by a Citgo gas station. On the way home from work, I would frequently stop at this gas station to fill up my gas tank.

One night I stopped and went inside to pay my bill. There at the counter stood the most adorable, albeit gorgeous guy I’d ever seen. He had deep blue eyes, brown hair and was about 6′ tall. I immediately knew he was gay… that instinct ‘gaydar’ we all have… but being rather shy I didn’t say too much. I simply paid my bill and left.

Needless to say my visits to that gas station became all the more frequent. It seemed that he worked there EVERY night.. so I was almost never disappointed. Once in a while I’d make small talk.. maybe just smile… he had the cutest Southern accent… I couldn’t begin to place where it was from, but that combined with his adorable looks just made him all the more irresistible.

At Best Buy I was a Product Specialist in the Audio Department. I had been there a few months so I pretty much knew what I was doing. One day I was at our ‘answer center’ and I looked up… whom did I see but Gas Station Guy, walking into the boombox aisle. I quickly scooted over there and said “HI”.

He recognized me from the visits to the gas station… and smiled. He wanted to buy a box… so I showed him all the features, gave it to him, and said, “See you around”. That was about it. I was in bliss.

The next day I was shocked to see that he had returned, with the boombox in hand. I waited for him to finish at Customer Service, then when he headed toward the boombox aisle again I asked him “Didn’t like that one?”

“No, I decided I wanted one with a CD player.”

“Well let me show you some that have one.”

We talked a little more small talk and I sold him the new boombox. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or not.. and for that matter I couldn’t tell if he was gay or not.. but deep down I knew he was.. he just had to be.

That night, I looked at my gas gauge and… what a surprise! I needed gas! =)

Stay tuned for Part 2…