Just a brief introduction for anyone reading.  I recently graduated with my masters in integrated marketing, from a private university in Missouri and am trying desperately to get out of the town I live in.  My dream is to live in New Orleans and be able to call it my home.  I have a bottle of champaign my undergrad college advisor gave me at graduation.  I am saving it for the first night I get to call the city home, to drink it on the Moonwalk. 

Otherwise if anyone wants to hire a 24 year old, gay, advertising junkie, who loves obsessively working out and going to dance clubs, then I'm your man.  Yes, I said gay.  I know the whole PC gay argument of "my sexuality will not define me."  But it does define me and us as a subculture.  The gay label says so much about us in our own heads and to everyone else.  That makes me sound like some rainbow flag wearing, pop princess listening, Judy Garland worshipper; don't make me gag.  Here is a contradiction about me for you, I'm not into that stereotypical, ball-less, eunuch gay mumbo jumbo.  It's a big, bad world out there kiddos and I will not be the usual faggot prey; I'm the wolf on the prowl.

I doubt I update this that often.  I mainly made this profile to be able to post on some New Orleans communities for moving information.  Although I could see this becoming as addictive as my whiskey habit. 

The urge to move there has been getting so bad lately, I'm willing to be a dancer at one of the French Quarter gay bars.  Any bar managers reading?  I have the body for it. 

Otherwise I close with the final four words from Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite - a book that saved my life once.

Then silent. Then black.