The Life and Times of Elliot Pike

I was looking over this old site and blog and came across a little post I did in September 2009 about a new boyfriend. Well, we’re about a month away from our two-year anniversary, we have a dog, and he officiallly moved-in about two or three months ago.

Since then I’ve gone from being hopelessly unemployed to working the worst job of my life to working maybe the best job of my life. (The verdict is still out on that one!) He has gone from being hopelessly unemployed to building a promising and growing business, Studio Scroggie. We’ve shared many memories together over these “short” two years. Let’s hope for many more to come!

(Almost) nobody knows this, but there’s someone in my life who I met in strange circumstances (no, I’m not going to elaborate) who I never expected to get close to, and who may end up (hopefully by saying this I don’t jinx it) a boyfriend. At the moment I’m doing one of those “live one day at a time” things with no expectations.

As the typical romantic sap that I am, I had to take a photo of him sleeping. Here he is as I see him (through my rose-tinted glasses).

I’ve never written many “gay” posts before. I’m not sure why. I guess it’s easier to write about politics or computers or something similarly heady. Maybe it’s also because in ways it’s so much more personal. That said, I just (re)-rented a “gay movie” on Netflix that I thought was really top-notch, and it got me in a writing mood.

Gay Cinema is a funny thing, at least I’ve always thought it was. Ten years ago I first moved out to New York City. It was 1997, not all that terribly long ago in my book, but in some ways totally different. There were only one or two token gay characters on any television show; come to think of it, I only remember one on Melrose Place. Nothing remotely resembling Will & Grace existed. There were two types of movies: obscure films with limited release that delivered depressing drama about AIDS (Philadelphia, Longtime Companion, And the Band Played On, etc.) or very-very obscure low budget movies that only made the film festival circuit that all too often had bad writing, bad acting, and/or bad production value. Both categories were destined to fill the obscure “Gay Cinema” corner in any video rental store.
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For those who know me, this will (sadly) be news and cause for celebration: I actually went on a date last night.

For most of my life I’ve been chronically (and sometimes I worry terminally) single. With brief exception, during the last four years in Los Angeles I not only didn’t have a boyfriend, or dates, but I wasn’t even getting flirted with. Actually, there’s even something worse than not being flirted with: it’s when guys who have no self-confidence look you over with the obsequious look of “He’ll do; he’ll suffice; maybe he’ll like me.” in their eyes. Most often these guys are way older than I am—like 15 or 20 years—but sometimes they’re not too bad except that they have… this is going to sound really nasty to say, but they have no soul left.

So I would go out and the only attention I would get would be from these vulture-like guys, which is depressing because it means that I qualified as carrion.
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