FHC’s resurrected blog : FHC cleaning out his closet doors

Those of you who had the opportunity to swing by my bedroom (not that I expect this category of readers to be in any way large as I never managed to keep in good terms with my tricks. I wonder why), know that my closet doors included, until today, very childish yet unpredictable “collages”. As everybody is aware that I reached the US years well after my teens ended and moved in with Kevin at the end of my gayest years, it is quite embarrassing for everybody involved to have such a decorum. Last time, I showed my bedroom to someone, we had diner and he never called back. I thought it might be time to clean this mess.

It did include interesting memorabilia though such as the lyrics of this “Barbara” song of Prévert, a press clipping of the wedding of Ben Goldsmith and Kate Rotschild, a male condom manual destined to Africa, a velvet nation card (free admission on the 1^st Saturday of each month), a leaflet from velvetpark magazine, a picture of my ex. Jim S. outside of this L.A. “Club Tiger Heat” (still on their website 8/8/2002 Photos page 2) the business card of my dental professional ex-boyfriend, a table card indicating erroneously “Mrs. ….” In fornt of my name from a seated diner at the German’s ambassador’s residence, a (LL…hint…hint… Christmas gift idea coming up) shot from the “soccer practice” video, invitations to the corruption dc parties, a fortune cookie which said “for a good cause, wrongdoing may be virtuous” (too bad, they did not define a good cause), a picture of a plane I flew to Matadi intended to frighten my mother (I said I'm sorry Mama), a “scoped” clipping from the Harvard Crimson in which unsophisticated James L. S ’04-’06 describes himself in three words as “not on friendster”, a picture of Castro pensive, a newsweek’s header mentioning “France : the Return of Hate” (as if it was once out), invitations to Colette opening parties I never went to (particularly a nice one from Michael Lau and one for Arne Svenson’s Sock Monkeys), a receipt for $200 worth of liquors at the ALPA boutique of the French Embassy, a sad picture of China by Stephen Shaver, Tristan C’s resume, flyers for the Roxy, a coat check ticket that apparently I never claimed and even my employment authorization card for my "Optional practical training".

I will particularly regret the pictures of Ryan Locke, the gorgeous Nautica model (Why Grow-ups are not allowed to have naked models on their wall wonders FHC), an interview of BEE with an amazing picture of Ian Somerhalder (I am the gayest FHC in the hood or what ?), a French pamphlet on Cocaïne titled “Cocaïne crack ou free base” (I used to have another on Ecstasy … I wonder what happened to it), Elian Lille’s “Salut Salope !” sign and Max Ehrmann’s desiderata that I wanted at one point to make my life philosophy but never quite assimilated.

Am I an adult now or what ? As LL says "it feels really different now". Clearly they were a bit more than just closet doors.

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