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Nov. 1st, 2003 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smackenzieThe Laurie Jude Dolan story went something like this:
Born to Eva and Joe Donato. Christened Laurence Jude, more commonly called Laurie, because Eva loved the book Little Women and the character of Laurie in it. (Sometimes he answered to Lucas, but only because when he was ten he'd decided it was a name he liked better than Laurie.) Abandoned by Joe when he was six. Eva filed for divorce, burned all her wedding pictures, eventually started dating again, and married Jeremy Dolan when Laurie was eight. She gave birth to Danny when he was nine.
After that, as far as Laurie was concerned, everything was details. He liked his stepdad, although they'd had the normal fights and disagreements when he was growing up. He loved his half brother. He'd gone to school, gone to college, majored in history because it seemed really cool to him, briefly considered teaching high school, and joined a band. He came out to his family when he was sixteen because he hadn't had much choice, because his stepdad had caught him and a boy he knew from school making out in the den, their pants half-off and both of them fondling each other. Laurie's parents had taken it reasonably well, at least they hadn't disowned him, although his mom had made him promise not to mention it to his half brother. But Danny was seven and thought girls had cooties, so he might not have cared that Laurie liked to kiss boys.
Now ten years later Danny had a cute girlfriend (according to their mom) and Laurie had the occasional pick-up and eager groupie. He wasn't a slut, he liked to say, he was a sexual opportunist, and was it his fault if other guys thought he was attractive? He knew that being in a band had a lot to do with it, but he wasn't going to argue. He wasn't into what he called "the commitment thing," but he didn't denigrate people who were. He figured someday he might find someone he wanted to settle down with, but right now he was the proverbial free, white, and twenty-one, and he was enjoying himself.
He knew it was insulting and a cheap shot to say he was a twenty-something gay guy, and twenty-something gay guys slept around, but the fact was, he liked sex, he liked boys, boys liked him. He didn't see the problem. Besides, he was always careful - he never fucked anyone without a condom - and he was tested regularly, and it wasn't like he NEEDED to sleep with strangers. Just sometimes it happened.
He didn't take drugs. He only drank socially. He didn't smoke any more. Sex was his only vice.
Well, that and music, guitars, and his bike. Laurie was a big supporter of the local music scene (at least he was a supporter of the local music, but he figured it was only fair, since he was also local music), and even though he only had two guitars, it was because he could afford only two guitars. He loved his bike, a teal and silver Harley-Davidson Springer Softail. It was hard to put someone else on it, sitting behind him - the passenger seat, such as it was, was kind of small and perched on the rear fender, although he'd gotten a little backrest so the person riding pillion wouldn't have to worry too much about falling over off the back of the bike. Laurie had taken Danny out a few times, after both of them swearing they'd never tell their mom. Because she was a mom, and she'd be terrified. She wasn't thrilled that Laurie had a motorcycle in the first place. But he'd never been in an accident and he always wore his helmet and he wouldn't tell her but he'd met one or two boys geeking on motorcycles. There really wasn't a bad.
Well, no, that wasn't strictly true. There was one bad - the weather. Because now it was starting to rain, and Laurie had remembered that he needed to get some shirts from the dry cleaner's for work tonight, and he didn't relish the thought of taking his newly-clean shirts home in the rain. Besides, there was nowhere to hang them and it was always kind of a dicey proposition anyway, holding on to your shirts with one hand and the handlebar of your bike with the other. He'd probably end up having to take the bus.
By the time Laurie got home it was pouring, but he had time to go get his shirts, come back, and leave for work. He'd even get to eat somewhere in there, maybe practice for half an hour or something. There was a message from Lea on his answering machine, wanting to know all kinds of sticky details about Rian the cute redhead, and a message from Mission, the band's drummer, reminding him they had practice tomorrow at eight. Laurie dried himself off, found his umbrella, and went back out into the rain to get his dress shirts.
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Born to Eva and Joe Donato. Christened Laurence Jude, more commonly called Laurie, because Eva loved the book Little Women and the character of Laurie in it. (Sometimes he answered to Lucas, but only because when he was ten he'd decided it was a name he liked better than Laurie.) Abandoned by Joe when he was six. Eva filed for divorce, burned all her wedding pictures, eventually started dating again, and married Jeremy Dolan when Laurie was eight. She gave birth to Danny when he was nine.
After that, as far as Laurie was concerned, everything was details. He liked his stepdad, although they'd had the normal fights and disagreements when he was growing up. He loved his half brother. He'd gone to school, gone to college, majored in history because it seemed really cool to him, briefly considered teaching high school, and joined a band. He came out to his family when he was sixteen because he hadn't had much choice, because his stepdad had caught him and a boy he knew from school making out in the den, their pants half-off and both of them fondling each other. Laurie's parents had taken it reasonably well, at least they hadn't disowned him, although his mom had made him promise not to mention it to his half brother. But Danny was seven and thought girls had cooties, so he might not have cared that Laurie liked to kiss boys.
Now ten years later Danny had a cute girlfriend (according to their mom) and Laurie had the occasional pick-up and eager groupie. He wasn't a slut, he liked to say, he was a sexual opportunist, and was it his fault if other guys thought he was attractive? He knew that being in a band had a lot to do with it, but he wasn't going to argue. He wasn't into what he called "the commitment thing," but he didn't denigrate people who were. He figured someday he might find someone he wanted to settle down with, but right now he was the proverbial free, white, and twenty-one, and he was enjoying himself.
He knew it was insulting and a cheap shot to say he was a twenty-something gay guy, and twenty-something gay guys slept around, but the fact was, he liked sex, he liked boys, boys liked him. He didn't see the problem. Besides, he was always careful - he never fucked anyone without a condom - and he was tested regularly, and it wasn't like he NEEDED to sleep with strangers. Just sometimes it happened.
He didn't take drugs. He only drank socially. He didn't smoke any more. Sex was his only vice.
Well, that and music, guitars, and his bike. Laurie was a big supporter of the local music scene (at least he was a supporter of the local music, but he figured it was only fair, since he was also local music), and even though he only had two guitars, it was because he could afford only two guitars. He loved his bike, a teal and silver Harley-Davidson Springer Softail. It was hard to put someone else on it, sitting behind him - the passenger seat, such as it was, was kind of small and perched on the rear fender, although he'd gotten a little backrest so the person riding pillion wouldn't have to worry too much about falling over off the back of the bike. Laurie had taken Danny out a few times, after both of them swearing they'd never tell their mom. Because she was a mom, and she'd be terrified. She wasn't thrilled that Laurie had a motorcycle in the first place. But he'd never been in an accident and he always wore his helmet and he wouldn't tell her but he'd met one or two boys geeking on motorcycles. There really wasn't a bad.
Well, no, that wasn't strictly true. There was one bad - the weather. Because now it was starting to rain, and Laurie had remembered that he needed to get some shirts from the dry cleaner's for work tonight, and he didn't relish the thought of taking his newly-clean shirts home in the rain. Besides, there was nowhere to hang them and it was always kind of a dicey proposition anyway, holding on to your shirts with one hand and the handlebar of your bike with the other. He'd probably end up having to take the bus.
By the time Laurie got home it was pouring, but he had time to go get his shirts, come back, and leave for work. He'd even get to eat somewhere in there, maybe practice for half an hour or something. There was a message from Lea on his answering machine, wanting to know all kinds of sticky details about Rian the cute redhead, and a message from Mission, the band's drummer, reminding him they had practice tomorrow at eight. Laurie dried himself off, found his umbrella, and went back out into the rain to get his dress shirts.
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total words: 2435
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Date: 2003-11-01 04:32 pm (UTC)