Yuri bringing a guy home for me was not unprecedented. In West Hollywood in the 1990s, Lee and I used to cruise separately. He went to the Faultline, and I went to Mugi. We arranged to meet up at 11:00 pm. If one of us struck out, the other would "share" his hookup. If we both met someone, we played mix-and-match in the bedroom.
Since the Faultline was for older guys, bears and daddies, and Mugi specialized in Asian twinks, it made for some diverse evenings.
One night I struck out at Mugi, but when I got home, Lee was sitting on the couch with an Asian guy. At least I thought he was Asian. Short, bronze skin, round face, military hair cut, shirtless, wearing a leather vest and nipple rings.
"This is Arnie," Lee said. "He's up for sharing."
"Boomer. Pleased to meet you." I took my place on the couch next to him.
"My legal name is Joseph, but when I came out, I took the name Arnie, short for Arnauyq, It means 'gay,' in my language, or really 'man who imitates woman.'"
"What language?"
"Inupiaq. What you call Eskimo."
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