it’s hard to believe that its’ my big broheim’s 50th birthday (8/8) because he neither looks nor acts like any 50-year old i’ve ever seen. the dude is in the best shape of his life, has energy to burn and can still cut a mean rug when a good song comes on. he is worldly, a great cook, funny as eff, dashing and, if that’s not enough to blow your socks off, he is extremely, proudly gay. always has been. he is everything a sister could want in a big brother and more: he was my personal stylist, exposed me to the magic of his gaydar, taught me to disco dance to sylvester, donna summer and evelyn champagne king.
in highschool, he’d nonchalantly and precisley forge my mom’s handwriting on a note and break me out of school. he’d scoop me up in his bright red fiat convertible, crank the plimsouls and off we’d whiz to west hollywood! with the 405 wind in our young, perfect hair, our taught, supple bodies being warmed by the generous sun, we’d laugh, basking in our so-cal glory.
he introduced me to freedom, and not just the freedom of youth or velocity, or the fine columbian and a double margarita on the rocks, but the freedom to be who you truly are at any consequence. in just being himself, he opened my mind and displayed true integrity all while rocking a really great pair of tight white 501′s.
if at all possible, i highly recommend having a gay older brother. faboosh!
hope you get all you wish for. happy birthday mikey! love lisa xo