Chapter One

Babylon: the thumpa-thumpa continues, glitter falls from on high, and Brian Kinney dances on top of the world with some little twink. The way things should be. As I watch him, all the memories, both good and bad, come flooding into my conscious. Mostly the good ones though: my days as one of his twinks, our (and my) first time, our make up session in his office when he lovingly took me back after the biggest mistake of my life, and of course our last time together. It's been almost a year since I've seen him.

Like the good little boy I am, I went to New York. It's what I thought I wanted at the time. But I worked and worked, and just like Hollywood, their promises didn't pan out. Sure, every critic and gallery owner said I was a great artist, and that my work was good enough to put on a show and sell. I'd been allowed to put a few pieces in shows as an accessory artist and most of my pieces had sold, which made me plenty of money. However, no one was willing to put enough faith in me to give me a sink or swim chance. Which, ironically, left me only to sink as an option, and that's wasn't good enough for me. I left.

And once again, now, I leave, playing with the small silver ring on my right hand for the duration of the walk home. Knowing Brian Kinney the way that I do, I'm sure he's noticed by now that one of the rings is missing and where it is. He just doesn't know that it's this close to him right now, and I'm not sure I'm ready to let him in on the secret.