He was in his 30s, short and compact, bearded, with a muscular, hairy chest and a little belly.
He worked as a bartender at the L.A. Eagle, he wore chaps, boots, and a leather jacket almost everywhere, and he had a fully equipped dungeon in his basement.
I naturally assumed that he had been into leather as long as he had been out. But no: not too long ago, he was a West Hollywood twink, with a closet full of polo shorts and cargo pants, Duran Duran on his car stereo, and no bondage experience except for a few vague fantasies.
He claimed that his awakening came in the summer of 1986, during a wild night with film star Keanu Reeves.
West Hollywood, July 1986
Although Will and I were both living in West Hollywood during 1985-86, our paths never crossed, that I know of. I was into the Metropolitan Community Church, Asian guys, and Muscle and Fitness. He was into musical theater, fashion, and...well, dancing.
He and his best friend, Scott, were at the Rage, the twink dance club, with occasional forays to Mickey's and Studio One, four or five times per week, every week, month after month, year after year, dancing and cruising, dancing and cruising.
"It was like we were killing time, just waiting around for our life to begin," Will says.
One night in July, a couple of weeks after Gay Pride, Will and Scott were in the Rage, as usual, when Scott started cruising a Cute Young Thing: tall, thick black hair, sharp features, a soft, smooth chest, and an enormous basket.
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His name was Keanu, which he said meant Breeze over the Mountains in Hawaiian. His parents were native Hawaiian and British, but he grew up in Canada. He just moved to L.A. a few months ago. He was living with his stepfather and trying to make it as an actor.
After they danced for awhile, Keanu said "Let's get out of here!"
The full story, with nude photos and sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
He and his best friend, Scott, were at the Rage, the twink dance club, with occasional forays to Mickey's and Studio One, four or five times per week, every week, month after month, year after year, dancing and cruising, dancing and cruising.
"It was like we were killing time, just waiting around for our life to begin," Will says.
One night in July, a couple of weeks after Gay Pride, Will and Scott were in the Rage, as usual, when Scott started cruising a Cute Young Thing: tall, thick black hair, sharp features, a soft, smooth chest, and an enormous basket.
His name was Keanu, which he said meant Breeze over the Mountains in Hawaiian. His parents were native Hawaiian and British, but he grew up in Canada. He just moved to L.A. a few months ago. He was living with his stepfather and trying to make it as an actor.
After they danced for awhile, Keanu said "Let's get out of here!"
The full story, with nude photos and sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.