Frank Anthony’s Weblog

Im 31, nearing the edge of that dreaded precipice. The ghastly 32. But alas, lets think of it as Change. Continuous and ever shifting. Like the world I will endure. I’m from New York originally, that great and powerful city of lights and secrets. I miss the adventures of such a large and unknowable city. Galloping thru Central Park in a carriage, snowball fights from behind skeletal trees. Dodging the Popo and getting lost on the 4th of July in Harlem. Having Real Italian food for lunch, and indian for dinner..mere blocks apart. New York is a true state of mind, a way of life. Its beautiful and horrific at once. I yearn to dance in subway cars, enjoy a smoke with a homeless man, and dance dance dance to hearts content in the Village. I found my Bliss lost in the byways and winding alleyways of Greenwich Village.

Multifaceted, glamourous at times ..homely at others. I like to wear different skins. But the heart of my creativity, wherein I owe the fullness of my homogay ideology, I found at a dingy, hot square little Club called “The Pyramid”. when I was 17, under the effects of soon to be good friends Smirnoff V, a young boy shook off the shackles of conventional society and spun some new meaning for life, liberty, glamour and love.

I love with a passion, I hate equally so. Im slow to anger but long to cool off. I hold grudges, sometimes its the only thing a girl has to hold on to..and yet at times I let things fall to the wayside. We are the sum of our experiences, and yet not all our experiences are the same..even to ourselves. I am different things to different people.

Friend Foe, lover, boyfriend. Confessor and whore. I wear each and every skin with a lust for vivre. I crave your attention…yet wish for you to ignore me. Leave me alone, yet crave me. I want, lust, desire like nothing ever felt. And want to end it all at others. Im a fickle creature, here one minute, gone the next. But do not ever think that my casual meanderings reflect any injustice to how precious I count my friends. It does not. I have always been a solitary creature, yet at times I do crave the company of my peers and I do not judge. I have few friends, but those I have possess my unswervering Loyalty. The human connection, the Human experience is too precious and short to be wasted. Its to be experienced in every beautiful and painful facet of the jewel that is litself.

So Who am I after all this rambling? Silly question, really. I am your lover, and your brother. Your worst enemy, and most stalwart friend. Im the one who’s too afraid to ask you out, and I’m the one that used you and left you behind.My name’s Frankie, But im more than my name. Im more than what you know and I struggle not to be easily defined.