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My Shot At Stardom Like every teenager who was in collegiate drama, I entertained dreams of an acting career. Especially when I did well in a role and my peers let me know it with cheers and applause Something happened in my senior year to change my focus: The school newspaper printed a snapshot of me wearing only a towel. Somebody with a camera had slapped up the picture in the men's locker room. The next thing I knew, I was autographing copies of that snapshot. Girls who had never even looked in my direction before demanded an autograph. Guys were right behind them. Gay guys. I didn't know who took that picture of me, but he certainly made a difference in my popularity. I couldn't walk into a classroom without heads turning. Gay guys came out of the woodwork to stare at me. When the guy who started all of this learned that I enjoyed the attention, he came to me with another idea---a calendar. I thought he was crazy. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?" he asked. "That body you have could make you a fortune." "Enough!" I told him. "I can't afford trouble, I've got to graduate." He got some shots of me in my cap and gown at my earlier graduation ceremonies and then I didn't see or hear from him until a year or so later. His timing was perfect: I was slinging fries at a burger palace trying to meet college expenses. A calendar wasn't what he wanted to discuss with me, however. "How'd you like to audition for a porno film producer?" he asked. "Get out of here." "He pays big money. You'll make a helluva lot more than you will in this place." "How much more?" "You can make more money for one shooting than you'll get from this place in six months. And who will ever know? Not your parents or my parents, because they don't rent or buy gay pornos." "Gay pornos!" "Yeah, gay pornos. That's why I'm here. Don't deny you're gay now. That's bullshit. I've known since we first met." My mouth dropped. He smiled. "You know the old saying---it takes one to know one." I buried my face in my arms. "We're talking good money," he went on. "Money is where it's at, you know." "What do you get out of this?" "A commission for bringing you in. A bonus if the producer likes you and you agree to work for him." I did one film and made enough money to get me through my next year of college. Money for college was what the other young actors in the film were after. Today, the film is in video stores, my photographer friend is in business in Europe, and the producer we worked for is living like a king in Hawaii? Me? I'm slinging fries in a burger palace I co-own with my gay lover. Acting didn't get me very far.