My missive to a flake

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Below is an actual email sent to the inconsiderate gentleman in San Diego who spoke out of both sides of his mouth. Enjoy:

 

Now that I am back on my feet you need to know what a complete waste it was for me coming down to SD. A waste of my time and precious little money. I need you to know that you reneged on one offer after another...offers which were my only compelling reasons for even considering S.D. which I have always found to be a boring city attractive only to sailors on leave, drug smugglers and border-hopping Mexicans. You invited me to visit S.D. and begrudgingly morseled out hospitality; you don't invite people to come see you just for the heck of it and then not put up something in the way of accommodation (even if the visitor is black, which, as a proud homosexual, I'm sure, like all proud homosexuals, you have nothing against). You did say I could stay at your home whilst getting acquainted with the city - but board was my responsibility - then you dropped the bomb on me in the car: "Well...you can stay the night tonight but tomorrow you're on your own." That's when I became 100% convinced you were full of shit. You did say that you would pay for the train ticket down (from LA) then reneged on that. You did say Diversionary Theatre wasn't "all about" gay but like all things homosexual it is only about all things homosexual even to the point of producing a normal work revamped with - ta-daaaa! - queer characters. I am not a queer nor am I a queer writer (this I clarified upfront long ago). And as concerns gay pornography in S.D. there ain't much - certainly not "lots of" - and what there is is so lily white the companies only venture brown enough to use a token Hispanic or, wow, "a" black model every few years. I know the porn scene which is why when your contact's name failed to ring a bell I knew it wasn't worth putting in stock; But I was so, so hoping to be proved wrong because I need(ed) work; which, bringing us full circle, meant I certainly did not have the money to spend for the experience of shaking your hand and sleeping a night in S.D. That round-trip cost me $72 out of my last $100 so thank you very little and fuck you very much. Meeting you rounded out a whole week of flakes for me.

I hate when people waste my time AND money. Whatever medication you are on, D---, cut the dosages because it impairs your decision-making and memory.  And if your friend/partner/soul mate has such the problem with black people or escorts, then maybe you need to get a new friend. I am not a robber nor do I rob.

That concludes this missive. If it makes you feel better to write back, do so but, fyi, it won't even reach my mailbox.

ciao,
sexy, resilient, resourceful, talented and too-proud-to-beg Troy

a brand new day