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City: Las Vegas
State/Province: NV
Country: US

Age: 27
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic
Ethnicity: Native American

Occupation: Escort / Web Programmer

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Destiny Longleg

A little bit of Destiny:

I was born as a poor boy on a reservation, my mother died during my birth because of her choices of My life over hers whilst suffering from ovarian cancer. My father committed suicide 3 days later as I lay in an incubator, for my lungs were not fully developed. I was left with my grandparents who were already in their eighties. I spent my early childhood with fond memories of my Great Grandmother until I was adopted and brought to the USA, Hershey PA.

I endured a very emotionally challenging childhood with an adoptive family that tried to hide my culture and true inner identity from me. The Catholic Church, Plastic Surgery, a Name Change and stories of my family all being deceased and disowning me surrounded me like a prison.

I was 10 years old when I was discovered as a (beautiful person) and I signed a very financially securing modeling contract. Leaving my adoptive mother outraged with jealousy, but constantly telling me that I was ugly and fat made her feel better about another person showing interest in me. I finally at the age of 13 left my home with my book bag, bank account, my older brothers birth certificate and social security card (for identification purposes) and a vast sum of memories of sexual encounters with my adoptive brothers and father.

I immediately went to the state police barracks and expressed my loss of identification to an elderly woman with coke bottle glasses, but of course flirted and told her that her hair was stunning. I left there now being 21 years old (at least my new Drivers License stated)

I boarded a train for South Beach Miami. I immediately obtained an apartment on Ocean Drive. Incredible memories and parties currently flash through my thoughts.

I was born with a very old soul thus being named after my Grandfather Destiny who died the day before I was born; the elders told me that I am he reincarnated. This old spirit has always left me wanting to care for others and take care of those who are less fortunate than I. I shall admit that, Yes there are many times I have found myself caring for others before myself.

Firstly, I found a Cuban man on the beach who needed a home after just being separated from his lover. I was alone and wanted to have some company so I offered for him to stay with me. I never knew that this was to be the first of many men that I would dedicate myself to, support financially, and emotionally up bring like a child. I think now that it is amusing, they never knew how old I really was. Through trials and error I experienced a lot.

I learned through this time who my friends really were, who really cared for me, and realized at the end that I was standing all alone. I was amazed at who never called again when I was not there anymore to throw the parties, buy the dinners, mass shopping sprees and open my home to anyone who wanted to blatantly rob me. A very Hard lessons to learn at any age.

I was 15years old and found the perfect mentor for the (gay world). He was 55 and dying of Aids, and I was (23) and full of energy and life; the perfect match for companionship. We together traveled the world extensively and around every corner and before every crossroad of decision he would show me examples of right and wrong (not just tell me), but show me. To watch the love of my life die was the hardest thing for me to do. I was sure that I would never find a friend, mentor, companion again; I never thought I would laugh once more, let alone breathe again. To be beside another through their final days of Aids is something I think everyone should have to deal with.

I focused on work and traveled extensively to compartmentalize my loss,but nothing seemed to make my pain stop.

So, I became a hermit and bought a 300 acre farm in Pennsylvania and did not leave for a year, literally. I was alone with no family, friends, or any person to touch or even converse with. But I had myself and Always the forest to run to for safety and security. I believe whenever the world has gotten you down and you feel like every person has turned away from you leaving you standing broken and alone; just run to the forest and touch the earth; bask in her beauty, remember that you came from the earth and she herself will then heal all of your wounds.

I eventually came out of darkness only to find another wanting man standing alone, broken and distraught on the street corner. How did I know that just glancing at him from afar and never hearing his voice that I was already deeply in Love with him and knew that this was the man for me to spend my life with? I approached this broken spirit and said (hey piece of meat), he almost fell off of the wall he was sitting on. I walked on. I decided a city block later that I would turn back. I walked up behind him and bit him on the neck, he turned around and I said (wanna fuck)? He said NO! I said that is fine (because you will spend the rest of your life with me anyway). Then I walked on. 3 city blocks later he taps me on the shoulder. One night of pure ecstasy and 3 days later I am selling my farm, moving to Virginia with him and raising his 3 children. Oh did I mention that he was a married (until I showed up), Southern Baptist Preacher who owned a Construction Company with 3 boys a few years younger than my real age? Instantly over night I was living as though I was 36 years old. I do not know what was harder telling the kids that their Dad was gay, explaining to the wife that she is gone, or convincing his family that I can actually raise these kids all the while making sure this new man was gonna be happy 24/7 and love me. Finally I had the Family I wanted. Yeah!
Now my small story and BIG adventure through life Really begins...to be continued.