Devon Hunter

There’s not much to say so far this weekend. So I’m just going to take a deep breath and reread something I wrote back in December: Getting through the bad nights.

I need to meditate on this for a while… I hope you are all having a safe and fun weekend.

I will be in Atlanta, GA this weekend for the first time in nearly a month. It will be the first time I’ve gone since my Sean Cody debut. On the one hand I’m wondering/worrying if it will affect me adversely, but on the other hand so many of the dancers there are in films that it probably won’t matter (in fact, I know “Emory” from Sean Cody - he’s one of my favorite guys at Swinging Richards). So, to all my friends in Atlanta, please come out and give me some encouraging words. LOL Peace!

It was brought to my attention that there are sites that do nothing but discuss the material that is generated at places like Sean Cody, Corbin Fisher, and Randy Blue. What’s more, it was brought to my attention that people can respond to those critiques/discussions. There are so many opinions out there… It’s pretty amazing how much they can differ from person to person or site to site. It’s also amazing the extent to which some people try to invade the privacy of others.

What I have read essentially brings me to balance: There are at least 15 sites I have found that have discussed and/or reviewed my solo at Sean Cody. This was not something I’d thought to consider before I did it. It never occurred to me that there were full-time movie critics and peanut galleries for Sean Cody; however, these not only exist, they proliferate in large numbers. And that is what is interesting: I am only one person, and yet some of the responses I elicited from people were as divergent as you could possibly imagine.

Some people were revolted at the thought of me being gay and 32 years old. Others liked me specifically because of it. There were as many comments that I was fugly as there were that I was gorgeous. All of the reviews themselves were glowing, but it was the conversations that followed that could be startling. And yet, after all that reading, what I have finally accepted is that I am who I am, and that’s going to just have to be good enough.

So, although some people have called me a pasty grub and others have called me a creamy boystud; and although some have called me a nelly gay-faced homo, while others refer to me as a hot gay jock; and whereas there are people who think me ancient and/or decrepit, there are others who applaud me for admitting my age (which makes me seem, to them, even more youthful); and since in the same conversation there are people who think I am nothing arguing along side of people who think I am everything… What all this essentially means is that all the negatives are cancelled out by positives, and I’m left right where I was before: Me.

And that’s not such a bad scenario.

Each week I drive somewhere. Occasionally I take a weekened off. And that’s what I’m going to do this weekend. A friend of mine is flying down from D.C. on Thursday night, and we’re going to head over to Asheville, NC. I’ve never seen the Biltmore Estate, and that is a problem that will soon be remedied. In all my visits up and down the Blue Ridge Parkway I’ve never stopped there. Well, this year it is finally happening.

Friday we’ll head over from Charlotte to the Estate. Saturday we’ll drive a bit on the Parkway with the top down on the convertible. We’re also going to go see “Bruno” at some point. Then he’ll fly back on Sunday.

It is so time to get up and see some Western Norff Cackalacky! That place always recharges my battery. It’s like getting a soul scrub.

I hope you all have a fun, safe, happy, and joyous July 4th holiday! PLEASE be safe on the roads!!

xo
Devon