Slutty London Boy

Tony Blair comes to the end of his ten year tenure as Prime Minister; Elton John celebrates his much publicised civil union with David Furnish in the first of many high profile gay marriages; Italians storm Trafalgar Square after winning the Football World Cup; Phantom of The Opera celebrates its 21st year in the West End and ITV has its 50th birthday. This is modern day London. This is the world that Slutty London Boy (SLB) lives, works and plays in.SLB has cause for his own celebration today. Freedom from the vice-like grip of a 6 month 'long-term' relationship. Now, if it wasn't for the fact that SLB spent more money on clothes than groceries, or owned every Judy Garland movie ever made, or termed 6 months a 'long-term relationship', then one might think that SLB was a breeder. The garden gate. Straight. However, the strict grooming regime, turtlenecks and secret penchant for Will Young suggest that SLB is in fact a fan of smoking the pink pipe. Doris Day. Gay. Which he is. And although unwilling to subscribe to stereotypical misconceptions, SLB really likes boys. A lot. And while not advocating or condoning promiscuity, being easy is the new black, and so fashion dictates that he must be.Our first sexual misadventure finds SLB celebrating his new found freedom in style, in the East End's trendy Hoxton Square, with mojito in tow. Complete with periwinkles, SLB is looking every bit the East End artist. SLB is in fact as much of a dark, moody dilettante as he is The Queen though. His occupation, he boasts is running around with the social set, his religion: living above his means. Neither actually allude to how he yields income, although none of this matters when you're locking eyes with a handsome stranger walking in the opposite direction down the street as you fashionably hop between bars. Eye locking. International language of love in the gay world. A quick detour down a side alley allows SLB to discreetly get the handsome stranger's number, but decline something else...SLB has morals afterall. Of course, no night is complete without scandal or disaster- more often than not, initiated by SLB himself- and losing the number of the handsome stranger almost proves to rain on SLB's parade had he not checked the super humanly tight back pocket of his skinny jeans.So, three hours later, post-mojito, accompanied by his very Vogue looking friends, SLB retires to a very Vogue looking warehouse studio, with handsome stranger in tow.Does the handsome stranger have a name?Is he a good shag?Is SLB the pin or the pin cushion?Does SLB kiss and tell?All this and more...still to some.