Evolution of a Cajun
My host was this sexy Cajun, Scott, who turned 42 years old. As a younger gay at age 23, I always remembered Scott walking around the French Quarter with a nice chest and a tight shirt. He always had an entourage. I would soon learn that us Cajuns were very adapt at forming endearing friendships.
Scott has made a good life for himself. He left our po-dunk Parish to greener pastures in Houston and Atlanta. He now resides in a nice Atlanta neighborhood, has a beautiful home, drives a Porche and a Nissan Pathfinder. He even has six burners on his fancy stove top. I was quite impressed!
The weekend went by with a blur. I remember Woofs, shirtless dancing at the Heretic, a bear pool party, the "Grabby Hands" game, a brutal gym workout, quiet time on the couch watching earlier episodes of True Blood, two left feet stepping at the 3 Legged Cowboy, and a wonderful circle of friends straight out of Steel Magnolias.
While my own life may not be so glamorous, it is always nice to experience the day in the life of another. It was almost as if I were looking into a magical orb: This could be your life Grasshopper! I think of the choices I have made. I haven't defied gravity. I've settled into a comfortable life.
When I got home yesterday, the world hadn't stopped. My dogs were happy to see me, but they seemed very content. I had left them in good hands by a great friend. Heck, my baby chickens were even fine too.
I feel as if I am on the edge of a turning point in my life. Settle or Defy Gravity. Time is whittling away and that choice becomes more urgent by the day. Which will it be? Stay tuned...