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| Round Up the Usual Suspects |
| So, what person in his right mind would consider being friends with such a warped individual as Dante? Believe it or not, there are a decent handful -- and some of them might say, in their defense, that they are in their wrong mind. All kidding aside (yes, I am able to do that on occasion), the gentleman on this page are those that I consider close, true friends. I love them all as brothers, and consider myself lucky that they regard me as a friend. In the gay community, so many men seem vapid, vacuous nonentities (can't claim that lovely insult; credit goes to John Weidman), and to find these guys who have depth, honesty, and integrity is a rare thing. And so this page is a tribue to them and my friendship with each of them. In the immortal words of the Bard of Avon: |
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| He calls me "pup," I calls him "daddio" -- this is my dear friend Daniel. He is perhaps the sweetest person I know, gay or straight: he always has a kind word for me when I'm feelin down, and I know I can count on him when the whole world seems to be against me. He and I are often on the same wavelengths both creatively and comedically, which is a rare kindred spirit to find. |
| Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. Hamlet I.iii |
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| He tought me the phrase "mad props" -- what more could you ask for from a friend? This playful-lookin' fellow would be Andy. He's the one who can happily claim responsibility for turning me into a fan of trance, house, jungle, happy hardcore, and other dance/club genres of music, a feat I never would've expected of anyone. I know that Andy would go to the wall for me, and will be there for me through thick and thin -- truly, this is what you could not ask more of from a friend. |
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| To anyone who doubts that true love cannot exist bewteen two men, I say, "But you don't know Tony and Jess." These two have it in spades: never have I seen a couple so happy to be together, so concerned for one another, so in love. They are my role models for how a healthy relationship should be. That, and their protective attitude toward me, are just two reasons I am happy to count them as friends. Click on their picture to visit Jess's website. |
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| When I asked him what he thought of New York City, my friend Jake replied that it smelled of playdough -- how can you not love a guy like that? He has half-jokingly claimed that he is a tiny step evolved beyond homo sapiens, and damn if he hasn't proved it intellectually. Jake has a unique paradigm by which he understands the world and humanity, and I find it to be endlessly fascinating. And while he may be a Nebraskan, we won't hold it against him -- Jake's a keeper. |
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