Final Scene

It was not his intent to be caught up in this media storm, the glamorous life as they call it. We were perfectly content working in the office and climbing the corporate ladder. We were both quite successful by anyones standards. We have a luxury penthouse in Sao Paulo, a vacation bungalow in Curacao, expense accounts, investments. We're doing well.

All seemed innocent enough when he agreed to be photographed by the top erotic magazine in Brazil. It was tastefully done and very little genitalia showing. (No small fete for someone like Iran) But his spread proved to be immensely popular and was called back again, then again. Before we knew it he had done work for several media outlets and had done erotic video as well, solo of course.

Our time together began to dwindle as he tried to maintain his corporate job and handle being a semi-celebrity as well. The problem started when one of the photographers began showing up at our job. He wanted to take Iran to lunch for doing such a great job. He wanted to take Iran to soccer for helping him win an award. He took Iran to Rio for a weekend to promote a new calendar project.

After that weekend Iran behaved strangely. He finally told the photographer had much more than taking pictures on his mind. Turns out he was obsessed with Iran. We have since had to call police numerous times, change our phone numbers and limit our time outside of home.

To make a long story short, he confronted me one day when he came to my office unannounced. Things got pretty loud. By the time the cops came we were literally clutching each others throats as I attempted to avoid the knife he had produced from his camera bag. Iran agreed to retire from modeling and we are currently weighing options to relocate and begin our own design firm. So, this is the last of Iran as most of the world knows him. It's time we focus on one another and become the center of each others universe. The way it used to be.

IRAN AGAIN

Iran and I were in the park having lunch while deciding what to do for our second anniversary. Just as we were about to return to the office a gentlemen approached and handed Iran his card. He was a talent scout for a popular gay magazine here in Brazil. He had originally seen us together last year, but was unable to approach us at the time.

After making a telephone call he offered to fly Iran and I to Rio for a week to do a photoshoot. There was no need to think it over because the dates would coincide with our anniversary. How awesome that is! I looked at Iran to see if he had any doubts, since he was to be the "new discovery." He was cool and confident and gave me an I can't wait look. (He seems to have exhibitionist tendencies anyway.)

We had a great time in Rio and everyone at the studio said this is sure to be one of the hottest issues.

FRIDAY FANTASY 58

It has been a year since Iran and I first met. Time moves quickly when you're having fun! The two of us have been behaving like high school sweethearts, staring at each other, saying silly things and we can not keep our hands off each other.

Working in the same office has been a challenge. I make no secret of my sexuality and it is accepted. I mean, hey, we are in Brasil! The problem is not that he hasn't disclosed his sexuality to our peers, but the company policy forbids fraternizing between co-workers. So, the temptation to steal a kiss at the watercooler or to hold hands at the conference table can be grueling.

However, we both love our careers. After all, we met on the job. This is why we decided to take some time off for our anniversary and celebrate at the hotel where we met. We were fortunate enough to get the same suite we had shared during last years shareholders meeting!

We have spent the week "trying new things" as we conquer self-imposed boundaries in and out of the bedroom. This has had some effect on us physically. Iran has been heading to the spa room to stretch and relax after some of our late night trists...

FRIDAY FANTASY 16

On a recent trip to Sao Paulo I met a gracious young Brazilian executive that shared the company suite with myself and two others during a week-long shareholders meeting. We were drawn to one another from the start and spent most of our evenings together exploring Sao Paulo and each other.

I was to leave for home on Saturday afternoon so Iran planned to surprise me with "breakfast" in bed that morning. But alas, the company had changed my flight due to a crisis in the Madrid office. They had arranged for a cab to pick me up at dawn.

When Iran snuck into my room and discovered I had gone he was quite grieved, fighting to hold back the tears. Imagine both our surprise and delight when the company transfered me to the Sao Paulo office six months later!