THE PIGAS A GAY MAN, I’VE had much drama in my life. I’m thirty. Just the ripe age to have had two crazy boyfriends, five crazy tricks, one DWI, three amorous married ex-bosses, and one club fight. “Hit that b***h with a bottle.” And I have had my own craziness to deal with. I stalked Raul all the way to Uruguay, right up to his front door. With his pregnant wife and seven kids standing in the threshold, I got down on my knees and begged him to come back to me. In my flowing linens whipped by the breeze, his wife thought I was an angel. She made a sign of the cross and got down on her knees in prayer also. I begged in English, for her husband to come back to me. Tears flowed down my face. I promised him I would work two jobs and western union that tramp and those seven, soon to be eight ba
