In addition to dating Joe, Johnnie Ray has to deal with the failing health of his mother, Clara, who has been diagnosed with a brain tumor. The sex is great their passionate relationship seems to be going well, but how long can it last? And what’s up with all the attitude from Johnnie Ray’s sometime fuck-buddy, Dre, a black dancer, choreographer and occasional usher at Johnnie’s “Gayer than Cher tickets and a bottle of silicon-based lube” First Assembly of God church? The HIV+ Joe (porn star name Joey Lee Turner) has a fixation on angels, and shares with Johnnie Ray a love of trading quotes from classic movies (particularly Stage Door).
Now a legal secretary on the cusp of 50, beset with unexplained pains in some very sensitive areas, and going to gym in an attempt to bloom into full blown Daddy status, the African-American Rousseau seems content to live with a series of recurring sexual partners, until he hooks up with the white, and white-hot, 20-something Callahan on line, and later in the real world. Rousseau, the black gay part-time singer and full-time alter ego of author Larry Duplechan in four previous semi-autobiographical novels, returns after a fifteen year hiatus in the coming-of-middle-age novel, Got ‘Til It’s Gone. Johnnie Ray Rousseau is back, and former porn star Joe Callahan’s got him - if he can keep him. from “Johnnie Ray Rousseau’s Theory of Urban Gay Male Aging” ( Got ‘Til It’s Gone by Larry Duplechan, page 17)
It’s middle-age, big-time middle age, and that’s if you’re planning to live to be a hundred.
You know who made that shit up? Somebody who’d just turned fifty. This is (as they say in the scientific community) a total crock. Now, you may have heard how fifty is the new forty. In less than two years, a year from this Christmas I’ll be fifty. So, here’s the thing: I am forty-eight years old.
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