My name is Alejandro Gene. And yes, I know you are thinking about the famous song based on me, just to clear the rumors... It is me. I am Alejandro.
A few months ago, at a bar called Gayqueen, my friend Drogenous and I attended, searching for love. As I watched the strippers do their job, a random person came up from behind me and poured a drink on me.
I stood there, watching it dry. It took a while, when it dried, I was happy.
I waited until people spotted my beauty. I obviously caught the attention of many people.
My gorgeous simply exuberantly stunning face glowed in the strobe lights. I was a sight to behold. The gays watched me in amazement. Everyone watched me. Even the lesbians. As people started approaching me, asking me for my number, someone came in the bar.
It was a stranger. I didn't know that person. The person was unisex, wearing colorful peacock feathers, matching blonde hair (like mine, though mine is hotter), and super high stilettos. He/She walked towards me immediately, and I knew we would be great friends... If not something more.
He/She started talking to me, flirting actually. He/She asked me to strip for he/she. And though I hesitated, I did it anyways.
It was fun, stripping. I had done it before obviously, with my stunning looks everyone asked me to model, pose, dance, and strip for them. Anyways, so the he/she person asked me what my name was, and I simply replied.
"Alejandro." I said, my melodic voice catching the attention of everybody, making them shiver. "What about yours?"
"It's Gaga... Lady Gaga."
"I love it."
"Me too."
And that's how it all started.
