Auntie Ernie...

This pic has nothing to do with Ernie but he'll love it.


Ernie was the first gay guy I ever met, I knew this because it was the first thing he told me.
I was 17, working at a movie theatre and wasn't out yet, Ernie taught me it was alright to be gay but never pushed it down my throat, no pun intended, he was understanding, was always there to answer questions, help me buy porn and show me the gay spots in the city.
I hadn't seen Ernie for over 10 years until this weekend, he found me on facebook and was in town to pick up his son, who just finished his first year at harvard. It was like no time had passed and within minutes we were laughing like school girls, Honestly. He told me how good I looked, True, and told me how funny the blog was, True again. We compared stories about hearts we had broken, Bitches who broke ours, party days and parties gone wrong, Its so funny how friends can go through such similar events thousands of miles away and out of contact, talking to him made me feel alive and renewed, like a girl of 17 again, everyone should have an Ernie. Stay tuned for stories about our weekend, featuring;

Fire Pie,

InaPrope' (short for inapropriate)

Slutty or Just Sexually Successful ?