Saturday night consisted of mostly hanging with the Juarez Irregulars in Plaza Las Armas - short of funds, me - and Lolo and I scoping out the parade of manflesh and Rentboys that walked the humid summer air with the big yaller moon so big you could reach up and just goose it, ya dig? Much yap about boys to men and vaqueros to cholos when Enrique perchanced to stroll by. Enrique - the well dressed eye candy I had met in Freegay Disco the week before - Who was that, Isidio? I asked nearly spilling my beer as I ogled his Grecian frame and boyishly handsome goodlooks with torrid insect lust.
Shake hands - Hola, Hola - he takes off to make his rounds to the other bars and yours truly croons to his mates like a pining schoolgirl. Keep my eye on that one.
Flashbulb to the next day: I am sitting in my trap - pounding away at Porno - sounds kinda dirty, don't it? But, I'm typing away at my comedy screenplay Porno on my laptop when at my chamber door comes said rapping. To my shock and awe - standing on the bleached and cracked sidewalk is beautiful Enrique. Oh, do come in, I coo - and we sit for two hours and talk and chain smoke - get real friendly and get to know each other, understand what I'm saying? It seems he found out where I lived from knowing the vecinos, (that's neighbors to you stupid fucks that don't speeky the spanish) and seeing me enter my trap, assumed I lived here - pretty assumptious.
Welp, we talked of my script, my films, my school, my life - we talked of his job, his family, how he is studying to be a doctor and how he likes old school rock 'n roll. So, the hours melt away and he excuses himself and leaves - cool. It was so cool. No stupid meaningless sex - no drugs. Just interesting conversation.
Cool.
Next day at work, I relate this to my psychoanalyst and she is thrilled and agrees I should pursue him, which I will - AND I will be getting a rent free apartment for two years through MHMR, the local nut house organization in El Paso. Two years rent free! I will save every dime and fufill my dream of opening my own bed and breakfast on a beach in Costa Rica.
All this will come to pass. The medication that MHMR has me on is quite yummy and will keep me stable. Things are looking quite optimistic.
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