You don't need a story.

If you want one, I'll give you one. It won't be the same from month to month, nor necessarily from day to day, but it'll sound good enough at the time. Would it really matter?

If I look familiar then perhaps you recognize me from the trade press, and you recall that I was the hottest thing on the international runway in 2004. I was also happily domestically partnered.

Well, I thought it was happy. He thought otherwise.

He left, out of the blue. Plenty of times. I don't blame him. He's smart, I'm not. He's interesting, I'm shallow. He's monogamous.

I used to be monogamous.

Good rehab, good shrink, good accountant, good lawyer. I could be doing a lot worse.

I still do runway and print. I can be booked through my agent, Hank Ryan.

I split my time between #r-digs(a suite) in the RSI Towers, #r-flw(a place) on the Eastern Shore, and #r-sodom(a nightclub) I co-own.

I married my business partner in December of 2007.

Die young, stay pretty.