
Ricky is a West Hollywood fixture.
Perez Hilton featured him on his blog a couple years ago so...
He's a bit of a celeb. People come up and ask him for photos all the time.
Like he's a happy hour Santa or something.
A few months ago I befriended him. And he's a super sweet guy.
Yesterday he asked, "Why do you talk to me?
I replied, "Why shouldn't I talk to you?"
Ricky shrugged, "Cuz I'm different."
I said, "Oh honey, we're all different. Take a look around."
He continued, "People usually just want pictures. Never conversation."
I said, "Yea, about those pics. You should be charging these people a dollar."
He asked, "For being myself? I don't need the money. I have a good job."
I explained, "Yea, but they want the pics so they can send them to friends...
TO LAUGH AT YOU."
I confessed that I am guilty of this as well.
Ricky looked at me and said, "Wow, I never thought about it that way."
He fell silent for a few moments. Then, "Nah, I don't want their money."
We chatted for another few minutes before I bid my farewell.
As I was leaving I heard someone make fun of him to which I snapped,
"Do not hate him because his beauty is so strong."

Now if this doesn't get me disowned from some family members...
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