They nod to each other. It’s hope. Physical and tangible. Here and now.

I use my powers for good.

I try to, I want to.

I don't always.

In the Jedi world I'd wear white but with black fringe and a pink saber. In the Christian world I'd be a little angel "who's halo was held up by thorns" (to quoth my Aunt Marty). And in the gay world I try to stay ethical but am only human. Of flesh and blood… a man. It's not my fault. I LOVE go-go boys and would easily postpone paying my phone bill for a little tête-à-tête regardless of the tete.

Yet, oddly, I get nervous around go-go guys. My friend Fred will go up and almost finger rape a dude for a buck. I, however, will politely hand him a five and maybe pat his thigh whilst smiling demurely. I will, however, do this over and over again. Being a slut, I have no idea why I get so blustered. I may be terrified I'll be a dirty old man way before my time. Or maybe I just don't want to be THAT guy.

I am at MJ's, battling the forces of evil (my friend Chris ordering us yet another Jager shot) when I learn that 2 of the go-go boys are doings the AIDS ride. Without the slightest hesitation I down the Jager and run to the stage. I pull the boy's ear and say "I'm writing an article about go-go boys giving back. Can I interview you?" Then I freeze. He's going to laugh at me. He's going to rightly think I'm a middle-aged perv trying to use his power of the pen to get alone with the twink of his dreams. OMG I'm disgusting! I am THAT guy! I'm lying to his angelic face. As he takes my card I see its future: crumpled on the floor like so many dreams in the neon of disco.

My editor laughs when I pitch the idea. My friends roll their eyes over brunch. My heart leaps when Hottie hot go-go boy emails me. His name is Moses and he is parting my sea. Sunday, the day Jesus made just for me, is to be our day. I will interview him and his roommate (also go-go boy) Robin. Cue smoke: I see them opening the door to their apartment oiled up and wearing thongs. I see them needing to change into something more comfortable. A jock strap maybe? I offer to help with the intricate webbing....

Ok wait stop! You're a professional. Be ethical please. Do not embarrass yourself or Be One City.com and get fired for lechery, attempted rape or worse: looking like a tard. Just go to the go-go's and see what happens. If they mock you at least it wont be publicly and if the interview goes all ChiChi LaRue, well then, you might just have to suffer for your art.

Sunday February 15th 11am. The door opens. 2 very sweet smiles offer me a seat and coffee… fully clothed. I am relieved and slightly disappointed. I didn't exactly expect a pole in the middle of the room but… I don't know… maybe a thong tree or at least little piles of one dollar bills everywhere. But no just a crowded but clean two bedroom apartment in Hollywood with a sweet bohemian flair.

They look like they just woke up. Sleepy and smiley. That touches me. Suddenly they're just 2 kids with fun jobs… ok ridiculously cute kids with REALLY fun jobs. We sit down. I click into interview mode and give my "you can tell me anything” face. They are used to admirers give me that "It's ok dude, everyone wants to fuck us, relax man” face. All positions are now, somehow, in the open and we are easy with one another. We laugh a lot as the questions and answers flow.

Here, get a visual:


Moses Bernasconi
24
From Palmdale
1 cat "George Michael"
1 dog "Pumpkin"
go-go-ing for 4 years
gay
single
Virgo

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Robin Hall
30
From New Zealand
1 cat Caesar or CZ
go-go-ing for 2 years
straight
single
Taurus

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They dance all over L.A. but both got their start at Mickey's. Moses was an under-age flier distributor on Santa Monica Boulevard until he found out how much the dancers made. He quickly switched jobs. Robin was living in a hostel on Melrose and handing out bar work resumes trying to get "ANYTHING!" When he dropped off a resume at Mickey's, they weren't hiring. He saw the go-go dancers and asked if they were hiring dancers. They were. Did he want to audition right then and there? The straight boy gulped and made some excuse about not wearing the right clothes. He got his courage up, came back the next Wednesday, and landed the gig after only a minute of dancing.

Do they like it? Robin says it's basically just a job for him, but that he's surprisingly made some really great friendships out of it. He smiles to his buddy and roommate Moses. Who has a more enthusiastic gay answer:
"I LOVE it. It's like getting paid to hang out with your friends all night!"

Is go-go all you do? Wait. Is it ok to say “go-go boy”? Do you prefer “exotic dancer”? They laugh and Moses says, "we don't strip. We dance in our underwear." Robin chimes in "...kind of dance." We're all ok with go-go boy.
Moses works a day job at Geisha house doing guest relations and Robin is a personal trainer a job "I love. I love working out and helping people."

But they are also both aspiring actors. Moses just landed a new commercial agent and takes acting class and Robin, besides acting, is a musician with 2 bands: Invisible Material and the very popular Nancy Full Force.

On a really sweet note: They play with their pets the whole interview. Cuddling and kissing them. These are two guys with a lot of love in them. Moses' dog "Pumpkin" wear a leather harness.

Caesar or CZ is a stray that Robin found and saved.

So now I get to the supposed point of this interview. These two are going to ride for 7 days from San Francisco to Los Angeles, on May 31 - June 6, 2009 to raise money for L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center and the San Francisco AIDS Foundation "to end the pandemic and human suffering caused by AIDS."

They have to raise $3000 a piece but have set the lofty team goal at $10,000. Wow! Is that possible? They assure me they can. Moses points to my tape recorder like: what do you think we're doing this for? Oh right.

Robin says the economic situation is what it is, but that shouldn't stop anyone from giving a little. Moses adds, "If each of my friends at the club, on facebook and myspace gave a dollar we'd almost be there." Everyone doing a little creates a lot.

I'm almost done when I realize I haven't asked the most obvious question. Why the AIDS ride? The answer I am imaging is: “why not?” I am really wrong again.

It turns out Moses and Robin are BIG fans of the Gay and Lesbian Community Center. Moses says he and his friends get tested frequently for free "and it's really expensive for the center." Robin jests "I use their condoms!" and then adds more seriously, "They do a lot of outreach to kids on the streets. That's really important to me. That these kids have someone to help them."

Have you ever lost anyone to AIDS? Moses recollects his cousin who died when he was about 10. Moses, "AIDS was always something that happened far away and faceless and there it was, in my family."

Moses uses words like "community" and "being a part" and "giving back." Robin says "we gotta cure this thing!" They nod to each other. The simplicity overwhelms me. The sheer undeniable confidence beaming in their eyes. This isn't naiveté. It's hope. Physical and tangible. Here and now.

With word like "medicinal cure" and "prolonged life expectancy" I think I have forgotten there CAN be an ending. That there is a tomorrow that WILL be better because these kids are riding in a few weeks. I am stammering for a wrap up question. In my own go-go prejudice, I wasn't ready for that kind of honesty and integrity. Luckily before I can get too deep, Moses jumps up with a big smile and announces it's picture time!

Oh right. Photo-op! I am rushed back into the world of objectifying these two hotties. I forgot this whole thing was, for all intents and purposes, for this moment. That embarrasses me a little, but doesn't stop me from taking out my little digital camera. We take some pictures; like these of them on their bike wearing Life Cycle shirts.


I think to myself "oh great, I finally get to photograph go-go boys and they're wearing clothes!" I guess I deserve it. Me saying things likes "yea, baby lick those lips! Love the camera," is replaced by "Um sure these are fine." But these are still go-go boys and "fine" isn't gonna cut it.

R: We should take our shirts off.
M: totally
Me: umm sure sex sells right? (I know, I know, lame.)
M: OH! Let's wear our cycling shorts!

BOOM! They completely disrobe. They change right in front of me. I almost cry. Now come on, it's me. I'm not a prude. I love naked beaches and hotels. But it's here and it's now. I'm alone with two of the hottest go-go dancers in L.A. and they're freakin’ naked trying on shorts me. I look away… after staring in shock. Unfortunately they put on their shorts. My porn moment was in fact just an innocent immodest re-dressing. Damn! And NO, before you ask, I don't snap any secret pictures. I'm using my powers for good damn it!

I did get the ab shot for your viewing pleasure:

As I leave their apartment, I realize there is no dichotomy here. No good and evil. No silly and smart. No fantasy and reality. Fact: they are hot. They take their hot faces and hard-earned buff bodies to the dance floor where they celebrate them. They are a part of the community of which they are icons. And they know that. And they care. And they help. And that makes them even hotter!

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