As his early years would read like a Cinderella story,
we throw caution to the wind and still do, slightly:

His is the story of the socially isolated American farmboy,
who fled the narrowminded northeast hometown
to live on the streets and in the flophouses of New York City
not far from the Greyhound busstation, where he first arrived,
in the fifties, the era of beatnicks,
technically still a few years short of the age of consent.

He was quickly discovered by an effete fashiondesigner
who took him home to his penthouse, payed a few years of his artschool
and then whisked him away to Paris,
to launch his carreer as "child prodigy"
in the notable fashion and travel magazines of those days.

Although gay biographers, drool at stories of "what it was like"
being surrounded by renowned fashion designers, artists, models, balletdancers, diplomats,
who shared the secret language long before "gay" culture had a name.

These would-be historians want to hear how much he loved 'gay Paree in the fifties'
while all he learned was to loathe artifice,
the sad way style overshadows substance
and how attitude trumps ability over and over again.

some fitting music ?

please send comments or suggestions to me
to thursday march 20