Starfucker
From September 4 to the 10, Toronto transforms itself into Hollywood North. The rich and famous visit to attend premieres and promote their films. There are more A-listers here at one time than any other city. Private parties are promoted everywhere within the inner sanctum of those "in the know."
And, I'm one of the ones in that very exclusive group.
Because of that, there are a few people who are asking me to get into the hottest events of the Festival. Funny how these people never want to do anything with me during the rest of the year. I'm not on their radar; doppler, or not. All of a sudden, they're my friends.
Of course, being someone who believes in reciprocity, I ask them what do I get out of it. Tit for tat. If I can get them in, they have to be my date, look amazing and never leave my side (that's what dates are supposed to do). And, the end of the night will carry on until the (x-rated) hours of the morning.
Mostly, their reactions are negative: Why should they do anything?
My response is this: If you want to be a starfucker, you should fuck around with the guy who can take you from Z-list to A-list in one night.
And, almost immediately, these people forget about our friendship and move on to the next person who can help them out. I wish them all the best, since there aren't many people who can get them close to the velvet rope, if not be able to drag their fingers across one.
Oh well. I guess I'm going to have to be a starfucker on my own.
And, I'm one of the ones in that very exclusive group.
Because of that, there are a few people who are asking me to get into the hottest events of the Festival. Funny how these people never want to do anything with me during the rest of the year. I'm not on their radar; doppler, or not. All of a sudden, they're my friends.
Of course, being someone who believes in reciprocity, I ask them what do I get out of it. Tit for tat. If I can get them in, they have to be my date, look amazing and never leave my side (that's what dates are supposed to do). And, the end of the night will carry on until the (x-rated) hours of the morning.
Mostly, their reactions are negative: Why should they do anything?
My response is this: If you want to be a starfucker, you should fuck around with the guy who can take you from Z-list to A-list in one night.
And, almost immediately, these people forget about our friendship and move on to the next person who can help them out. I wish them all the best, since there aren't many people who can get them close to the velvet rope, if not be able to drag their fingers across one.
Oh well. I guess I'm going to have to be a starfucker on my own.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
8 Comments:
Good tht you stuck up for yourself and did leave them using you as a doormat. Have a good time! - Volker
save yourself for an even bigger star. and in the meantime, self-starfucking never hurt anyone.
Hi Steven, just discovered your blog, enjoy it very much! I'm in the Toronto area as well, just saying hi :) Roland
Way to stick up for yourself!
Steven,
Enjoy your blog. I like the way you call them as you see them. don't change. Honesty is the best policy.
Now that I know how hot you are (inside and out) if I wasn't already seeing someone I would just come down for the x-rated morning hours and forget about the stupid stars!
;P
I'm going to have to google Gerard Butler. Is that bad?
I love that you agree that Toronto is fast becoming the Hollywood of the North (besides this time of year - they also film tons of movies on location there). And I know exactly what you mean about people that suddenly show up on your radar the minute something hip happens in your field (I work at a nightclub known for its celebrity clientele). Don't people know nothing in this world is free? Money may not always be the currency, but people should never expect things to be handed to them!
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