Billy and I were invited to this crazy party at some straight porno factory in South Central LA. We had already written our ten New Years resolutions on paper and wanted to read them to one another at midnight. Neither one of us knew the host of the party. I don’t even remember how we were invited.
But we drove to West Adams Blvd. and walked in the shady looking door in the shady neighborhood. What we found was a huge warehouse cut into little “sets.” There was the kitchen, various bedrooms, a living room set. All of the “rooms” had shortened walls and no ceilings. There was a catwalk above so you could get an overview of the weirdness of this place.
We walked around, had some beers and didn’t see anyone we recognized. But the people there, straight and gay, seemed cool so we hung out and waited for the countdown. As midnight approached, we tried to find a private area so we could have our resolutions ceremony. The only thing we found was a nasty looking shower stall that was randomly placed somewhere in the midst of all of this chaos.
The New Year rang. We went into the stall and after a sweet and soulful kiss; we read aloud our resolutions; each taking a turn from number one to number ten.
My first resolution was “Find a job.”
Billy’s first one was “Love my guy.”
Every New Year since, no matter where we were, we would find a bathroom, preferably with a shower, and repeat the tradition.
I wish I could find that piece of paper of his resolutions. I used to keep it in my wallet for years. Looking back, those statements we made to one another were the backbone of our lives. I have always been so focused on my career and he only wanted to “love my guy.”
December 31, 2001:
Billy really surprised me. We were going to go to this outdoor dance party in West Hollywood because Paul Oakenfold was playing and he was Billy’s DJ du jour. But the party was really expensive and it looked like it was going to be a cluster fuck so we decided to just stay home.
At around 8pm, he said he had a few errands to run and would be right back. A half hour later, he came home with a bottle of Martinelli’s Sparkling Apple Cider, some champagne glasses and some party streamers and party hats. He was so excited about the booty he had. His enthusiasm was infectious.
We turned on MTV to watch the New York countdown. We downloaded a bunch of music and made a few CDs. I was videotaping the whole time cause it was my new toy. At one point, Billy took the camera and started to spin in a circle. I said, “Honey, you’re gonna get dizzy.” He laughed and said, “Phew I already am!”
Bob was lying on the couch. As it approached midnight, we put on our hats, including Bob, and started to count down. Midnight struck. I held out the camera and taped us kissing. I said “I love you, Billy,” and he replied, “I love you too, Terry.”
Billy dressed up Bob in some shiny fabric and took pictures of Bob holding a champagne glass.
I was feeling loud and goofy and boisterous. I shouted out, “This year the shit is gonna go away, baby!” I was referring to the downfall of the network where I had worked and that had caused a great deal of problems and depression for me.
I had the tape running on Bill. He kind of looked away, and very softly and introspectively said, “I think this year things will really turn around for me.”
I pray they did, Guyster. I pray to God they did.