TrueLoveRomantic

All ideal boyfriends I date/fall in love with in this Fanatsy:

Algae (Algernon Raathbone) – The Victiorian /old money British romantic (who seems to be frozen in the victioran age) —Involves time travel to actual victoorian age, lots of yunring, talking to friends about me and his love for me, —-ALtenate universe version of this we meet in Victorian England —-hes very snestive, very snetinmaal, up for a massive inheritance, and has a rather enetxtric family with some very abusive patricahcs, he sweeps me off to a life of extreem weath, an dold money —-he is rather fond of myths, old tales and folklore —-he is very emotional, kind, extreemly kind to others in a way that I find attractive and notable, he appreciates things so deeply is extremely educated and witty, but also very emotionally honest, he is all together very charming and wonderful, as well as being a writer we bond over that, —-

A gutter punk/radical actvist (ananchrist punk who is part of a radial off the grid collective doing vital work for the homless, and other people, is an anarchist proline to living in the moment, feeling the pain of everyone throught the world is bold, cocky, fearless and funny, charismatic can capture a room and leads me to a life of being a reveutionary with them, He would kill for me aand makes me feel life is important, urgent, and beautiful, he can be intense, but the causes he cares about are only amplified my support for him, and undying devoted love, is shamelessly messy, sexual, and outgoing to evryone open to all off lifes posisblies, I bail him out of prison to prove my love, and he sweeps me away to a life on the road where I can be truly inspired to write, and live —and help people face to face, liberation has never felt more real until I met him. Many momments of rock concerts, (punk shows) my other friends loving him, and him propping me up amongst his his other freinds and parnters, polyamory wholesome momments, high stakes action scenes reagrding portests and scenes where I make him proud with a speahc I give or a radical charitble action I took or a work I wrote, under a false name.

Oswald: He is like an old man trapped in a young mans body, he basically is wise beyond his years, hes been through alot, already lived 10 lives for his age, he likes to play chess, watch the sunset, read obscure books, and eleicopideias, he enjoys dancing, baking, painting in his yerd, growing tomaatos, he lives in a little college and has been alone for a long time and is a fixture of a small upstate community —he basically falls in love with me for my youth, relaisince having gone through a similar amount of trauma, wanting to appreciate the little things and be with him due to his simple, but kind, and earnest demeor, being very safe, very fun, and very happy. and egar to cook for the community, make a happy home –and I enjoy those wholesome activities with him, he shares sstories from all the peoples he known, to keep them alive and he is very snetive to memories he keeps photo albums, and old tapes of the people he used to know, he falls for me for still having so much gusto for life, and so much to live. And I fall for him, for how he reminds me of all the humanity left in the world and gets me to care about people in teh community he throws partys and potlocks for the naahborhood kids. Hes the only guy since he already has kids from a previous paarnter who diess, I take on the role of the second father and help raise his two kids, the only man I wold be ok being a father with.

Frank Grossman–My most ideal man at this point in my life: Hes a writer through and through hes always looking for inspiration. He always has creative ideas and has this noxious ressltless quality, hes beautiful but often dirty in a blacktrench coat, hes got demons, simlaar disorders that I do –mixed with a sense of depression and suialidty, but I make him wanna live. He is also extremely in touch with his emotions, and wants people to feel and is afraid of growing numb, is extremely pretentious, but in a very fun wya we have great chemistry and feed of eaaachoythers creative energy perfectly working on tons of books and even films and other creative projects together. Its infectious —he is really self aware and just had a bad break up he was taking too long to get over, he haas a tight group of friends who all really like me, and baasiclaly convince him to aask me out (somthing irl happens to me very rarely) witch he does, in a very poetic very over the top way. He is prone to grand gesstures, passionite monolouges, feeling very complicated emotions, hes like a character from Rent or something but Less Insufrenble, hes honest, isnt perfect, but has alot of love to give and makes you feel like the lover of a great artists, that will go down in history —he loves poetry, and has read all the greats. hes got a grat self deprecating sense of humor, hes not rich but hes supported by his parents and has a bit of a self hating sense of humor about being a trust fund kid, he has a funny complicated relationship with his family —his father an old hard edge dark sense of humor style comedian who ends up approving of us dating and saying im good for him, —he basically believes in me and I believe in him and by the end of the story our dreams come true both of our books get published, and get 12k book deals and even film/TV adaptations and not only that but we get married and all our friends come. He basically preposes to me witch ive always dreamt of, he preposes in front of all our friends (our friend groups kind of merge ) He basically makes this long preplanned flash mob, where people are playing our song an obscore song called (La Vi boheme) from Rent, witch we sung alot also he has a fun car, and likes to take impulsive joyrides upstate. He basically is just a really passsonite person who makes you feel alive every time hess arround, and like life is a movie –or a musical he has alot of shame and yet not at all, he genuinely writes and makes alot of art about our relationship and inspired by me as his muse. —He is extremely into alot of my same common intrsetss, whip smart, aactully gets all of my refrences, remembers –like half or all of what I tell him, cares alot about aloty of things, has really strong principles and opinions, is very pretty with black hair, soft lips and a strong jaw, and always a black trenchocaat and a skinny built band or broadway t shirt underneath. He loves alot aand hates alot.our relationship is made of up a series of moments that are fun to look back on, and can be referenced in a weeding speech as well aas all the inbetwen moments.

Hippie boyfriend –free spirited was raaissed by hippies acts like a 60s hippie, loves musical festivals, weed aand LSD, but is aalso extreemly kind and genrous to people happy, and makes me feel very spontaneous aand free when im with him
Queer flamboyant bf -Is like my gay best friend and boyfreind all in one, is genuinely very queeny, aand fun and light heatrted, makes alot of sex jokes, is great in bed, rich as hell but spend his money on me, loves to party, is hilarious but can be serious when he needs to be. Caress alot about his friends is a good friend.
Really geeky/nerdy poylamrous youtuber boyfriend, who basically is really into alot of subcutures, loves geeking oit buying niche art, fanfiction, Hes a furry and ex broney, he is terminally online, cute but also very willing to dresses as a femboy, loves cosplay has been kiinky and polyamrous for much longer then I have, we go geyt bubble tea, he takess me to maany maany conevetions, and we watch all my favroite gay movies have movie night parties with all his cool nerdy friends, in brooklyn where we live.
Edgy Photopgropher
Frantic film director
Cool cartoonist (old school)
Cocky comedian

Older guy whos really hot still and is a legacy artsist/sugar daddy type and also is my atrtstsic mentor and sponsor ghets me into the door.

Frank Grossman:

Romantic fantasy of my perfect Boyfreind:

Part one: meet cute (real cute)

So there I was in the summer of 2025, down at washington square park, thinking about men, and how beautiful they are, and staring at the fine specimens at walking under the arch as well, always so close yet so far, where you can look but never touch, it was like clockwork at this point, almost implied a guy like me wouldnty go home with a single one of them. I sughed letting my false feelings of inaquenecy consume me, when my friends returned from the fountain where they were getting some summer spritz. Today, It was the usual gang, me, Dante the gay one (even though we are all as gay as a gaggle gay of NYC 20 somthings can get) Skyler, the black transgirl who had no shame, Feli the latina theatre kid and Weeb with even less. There was James the d/d geek now U-Alabnay Radio jockey, and hard core Punk-head, Lucy skylers fat, trans, ex girlfriend, with a legandary cock and an anarchist bent, who lived out of her truck and was only “passing through”, There was emmery who’s being there was already a special occasion since his presence was already a blue moon occurrence, there was Eteien, my friend since middle school when we both did high school theatre together for a few years, my chisnse american Trans nonbianry guy-ukraian/russiaan obssed, mammas boy, there was David a new addion hardly arround since he got a real job and his band took off, but was here today regardless, there waas Tiena also only here on occasion, facial deformity surivoir, and my close friend since middle school and current Pace college honnors student, there was Skylers boyfriend Asante who just kind of got on evryones nevres, Mango my best friend and Gutteo city college muse, and sidekick in my weirder side quests of life, and last but certinnally not Least, there was my girlfriend of almost a year, Azara, who I loved with all my heart.

But never the less, sshe knew I wanted a boyfriend still, more then anything.

Now see, We are happily polaymrous, both of us fucking and daing the occiaonal girls,boys, ffreindss with benefits, friends of friends, so Me finding a boyfriend while still being with her, wasnt uncommon, it was likely even. The only issue is men are men, and I am me, and so far in my life —when it comes to finding a man I can not only date, but actually fall in with—that has always gotten in the way.

Look im pansexual, I am attracted to people, not genders. But I can't deny i’m still mostly, when it really comes down to it, a gay man, men just…make me feel evrything love is supposed to make you feel, when it comes to boys, danm I just cant get enough. Like im a nonbinary trans man –and im panseuxal and polyamrous, but in my head and in evryday life, I'm a gay man –like Ted from queer as folk, im just consstally being overlooked by the hotties who roam and own the streets off New York. Too sexy for their own good.

SO im a gay man

Well a gay man…(with a girlfriend) who's also a genderfluid transwoman lol, because nothing can ever be simple in my life can it? I guess its more fun this way, being queer and all.

But also, my love for men hasnt really goytten me anything resembling happiness, love, passion, excitement, fun, everything a relationship should be…all the boys ive dated online, irl, cis, trans, ranging from CLingy, abusive,to decent but secretly a woman that whole time, like my few exes who turned out to be trans wemon afetrall…Like Astrid, Eden, and Connie just to name a few. Fun fact.Every guy I had ever dated turned out one way another to be a total bust, nothing ever stuck, so im left with my fantasies of guys with alot going on, who make my life a whole new worldwind of wonderful.
BUt thast all they ever will be, fantasies, Ill never find a bopyfreind to love me.

Right?

Skuyler turned to me, shaking off hwr wet mini dreadlocks with a loud hoot, catching me checking out the latest piece of untenable ass.

“Ohhhh Eli, you wanna fuck that guy”

“No! Ugh, shut up, im just looking-”

“Uh, huh, just looking my ass, your looking at his ass lol” I palyfully shoved her

“NO bitch shut up, theyll hear you”

“He cant hear shit, its not like youll actully fuck him”

I sighed

“Bitch that guy, look at his ass-”Dante said, elbowinbg me.

“Yeah its like…perfect”

“You don't know him, he could have prostate cancer” Ansantye said, Sky rolled her eyes, “Why you gotta ruin everything” Sky said giving her man the no one is laughing eyes.

“ITS TRUE!” he said in a bad Bugs Bunny impression

“You know I heard Joe Biden has Agressive Prosate cancer” I said smugly, desprate to change the topic.

“Aggressive?”Sky said making a dessusucsted and impressed face.

“He deserves it, all of them kings and tyrants–I hope they all get butt cancer and die”

“Eli!” Dante said, clutching his nonexistent pearls.

I decided later that day to stop staring at boys, and to do somthing with my life, I came back the next day to sell art in the park, no one bought a danm thing, I wasnt deterred, I came back the next day with my friends to preofrom some interactive theatre, we had put up some flyers arround, and had rehsersed the show a few times, political satire, about aliens and orgies.

Basically it was glrofied improv with a thin plot running through, we bought costumes, and were miced and had the area reserved all that bullshit. We figuired we wantd to put on a show, reach people and actully connect with our audience, with new yorkers, we werent gonna wait for permission. Then finally I stepped up on the stage, where me and james saw the NYU theatre production of macbeth, we were dressed as sexy aleins, Dante and James were dressed in medevil garb, Tiena, Mango, Feli, Skyler and azara were all dressed as a domantrix, princess, fairy, popstar, a witch, an angel, Kamala harris and hillary clinton, and Margeree Taylor green as a circus clown respectively, I was dressed as the MC from cabaret with some slight flamboyant alterations, like a hip hop backwards hat and a gold chain, and a DJ table we rented, Truly the Mc of Mcs.

“Hello!! Washington Square Park!” A crowd of eager Gen Z street punks and NYU ilk gathered around, looking curious and mocking, im used to not be taken seriously but we had praictied, prepared for every mishap, we wrote a script for gods sake. We looked unable to be looked away from, desperate for attention, we were expecting a tough crowd. But we also knew people wanted real live emotions, good live theaatre, to feel alive again. And we were gonna give it to them.So we began the show, it went a little something like this.

“Who here has heard the news!?”

“What news?” Someone called out from the now sizable but not quite large crowd crowded around us. I whipped out my microphone, being as dramatic as possible.

“Aliens, intelligent life, have come to Earth! They have finally decided to pay us a visit in our little corner of the universe. I DON'T KNOW WHAT our so called GOVERMENT, has told you but —they were never here, that was just to drieact you” Everyone else humped in a s greek chorus aand sang.

“Distract you from their bullshit they were shovling into our faces!”

“Yes! There were no aliens in 2020, nor were there aliens in the 50s at area 51, but there are now! Would you like to meet them? Their from another world, but have alot to say about this world, oh boy, do they have a lot to say, who wants to meet the aliens?!”

“We do!” everyone chanted in unison.

“Hello earth! I know yall been waiting for me, well I hope I was worth the wait!” Emmery came out painted head to toe in green, wearing a ssuper hero gold Rocky speedo, witha headband of little green anatini. He was a confident as ever.

So we did a few skits, about how repeubians are all gay, ineviewing the alien about his planet and how much he loves and hates earth —and wants to fix it, to inspire the audince to want to do the same, we did some musical numbers, some magic tricks, some improvised speeches, some slapstick comedy, mocking stereotypes and mostly punching up at rich pepole and republicans, we even did a robin hood skit where we pretended to be a couple of billionaires and also homeless people, and if robin hood was in our time he would rob the rich and give to the poor witch the audince loved, We did some flips, splits, and tricks, and even did some audience partpatioon where peepole came up on stage and were used as punchlines or characters in the improv, making the rating of the show change based on whatever the audience told us to make our skits about–basic improv stuff—even with limitd audince partpation, often times from kids witch made it a family show, witch limited our jokes, but we kept going. Until we basically ran out of metrail and ideas but had alot of people filming us, and eventually the cops and some rich bussnimen types standing off to the sside pointing at us looking pissed. The sun started to come down, and Dante came up to me and whispered to me backstage behind the makeshift sheet used ass a curtain to createa backstage in teh bushes.

“Hey Eli, we are losing em.” Dante said. He put his normal clothes back on.

“It doesn't matter, we're almost done, let's just go out with a bang,” I said.

“OK, but the cops are starting to get on our ass, an officer jjust told me we need to shut down the show or well be arrested”

“What?!” There was no time, we coldnt disappoint everyone. One final skit to stick in evryones mind. I ran out on the stage with ememery and everyone else jpoined me, as the setting sun, left us a fading light, we turned on some cheap glowing disco lights we had gotten from Five Below the day before. And prepared for our finale. I was thinking something musical. As there was at least a chance this show would be uploaded to TikTok or some streamer's channel after this.

“Ok, Bobby now that you have seen the highest mountains, to the most beautiful hot dog eatinbg conetsts, from the most coprt governments and most beautiful men, what was your favroite thing about earth”

“I think my favroite thing….was the music”

“Really?”

“Yes, in fact im going to use my alien powers to make everyone here…a professional musician, singer, instrument player you name it–” Everyone laughed. God danm it now we would have to follow that up, after not singing really in any of our lives and definftely not having a musical act all night, well, he didn't say we had to be good. I returned to center stage, to keep the attention of the ever growing crowd that at this point was huge. Covering almost this whole section of the park.

“So for our final act.” I declared. Sweaty makeup running.

“We will be taking one fina request from the audience, with our new extertestral powers of musical awesomeness, what song would you like us to preform?”

The crowd grew silsent, until just when I thought no one could think of anything…or cared enough to suggest, a single hand rose from teh cneter o fteh crowd and moved up towards the front row, a beautiful man, with that kind of subtle earnest face you could see yourself crying over and rooting for in some new indie drama set in the village. He looked dirty but kind, he had messy black hair and a long coradorw brown trenc coat he was skinny and had big beautiful blue eyes that sparked in the downtown twilight. He looked, like he believed in us and had been waiting all his life for this moment, and the second we locked eyes I could feel a sense of magic,of impossible odds of fate. My voice cracked as I nruvously called on him.

“Hello! Why don't you come up here’

“Me?”
“Yes you, get up here.” Everyone cheered

“So Emmery helped him onto the stage, as he stumbled up. I put the microphone coyly to his lips. He looked oddly confident as he took of his coat and threw it to the side.

“Well, what song would you like us to perform here today, on planet earth?”
“La Vi Bohem, from rent.” He said like he had been sitting on that awnser his whole life. I shuttered, questioning if I even knew the song, as if everyone else did. I dont know what I was expecting.

“He glanced over to Tiena in teh cornner stage, rushing to find an instrumental versin of the song to play on teh loud speakers”

But to my surprise my feinds who never talk about broadway are the farthest thing from tehatre kids, all Knew Rent, and to my shock, they knew…all the words, and all agreed on parts to sing in the moment, Dante would be benny, I would be Mimi, The volunteer wold be roger, Emmery would be mark, James would be Collins, Aazara would be morrene, Feli would be joahane, Skyler would be angel, Asyante would be the nervous waiter,David and Tiena would be the background chorus, David would whip out his guitar to play the melody along with teh live speaker, and the cruel business men and investors judging everyone , well they were already here in teh audince,with their gagle of pigs by their side.

So we performed la vi bohem, for a live NY audince,

[WAITER]

No, please no

Not tonight, please no

Mister, can't you go?

Not tonight, can't have a scene