Continued from yesterday.

Have you ever traveled outside of the US?
Three times, though two hardly count. When I was 18 months old, in 1982, my mother and I went to Seattle and Vancouver, BC to visit my aunt. Then when I was 8 my family was in San Diego and crossed the border for the day.
The only time that really matters though was in June/July 1998, the summer after my junior year of high school, when my best friend and I went on a pseudo-school trip to Athens, Greece and the Greek isles, with a stop in Turkey. We, the reluctant “smart kids,” went with a group of senior girls and jocks who were our age. It could have been a disaster, but we both had a great time with the older girls. I, of course, had to room with the other boys, which was initially pretty intimidating - the “smart” gay kid sharing a room with five high school jocks, even if I had helped most of them with their homework at one time or another. But given that our “chaperone” was non-existent and the drinking age was 16 pretty much everywhere, I very quickly learned to love being stuck with those guys. They turned out to be really nice and a lot of fun, too. Especially after they’d had a few and started taking their clothes off, though it didn’t go beyond eye-candy.
I did, however, meet a really cute guy from New Jersey who was also on our tour. We flirted and had several “moments,” but his girlfriend was also on the trip and nothing ever really happened - I don’t think he quite knew what he was feeling - but he was noticeably upset when we said goodbye. We half-heartedly attempted to stay in touch, but I dropped the ball on that one and when I did try to look him up a few years ago, couldn’t find him.
And yeah, the Greek isles are amazing.

Do you plan on living in Utah the rest of your life?
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Where would you like to live if not in Utah?
No, I don’t want to live in Utah for my whole life, though I do expect to come back “home” after several years away. I’ve come close to leaving two or three times now, and the only thing keeping me here, really, is Patrick; he needs to finish school. If I go to grad school in 2006, it’ll be in a big-ass city, though I’m not naming schools just yet. I’d really like to live in New York City once in my life. Maybe San Francisco or Chicago, too. But I’ll retire to Salt Lake. I knock it a lot, but it’s home and it really is a great city, if you know where to find the fun. Plus, I get a little anxious when I don’t have mountains on at least one side of me. Here, we’re sandwiched between the Rockies and the Oquirrhs (and no, it’s not pronounced “Oh, queers”) so I get them on two sides. I can lose one without worry, but it’s a little like the mild opposite of claustrophobia when I’m without a majestic barrier somewhere. The midwest’s plains and the east’s “mountains” (read: hills) sometimes make me nervous.

Why do you never post a picture, however tame of yourself?
Well, I was pretty anonymous when I started Zionide, so it was an easy decision then. I’ve since thought about putting up a picture, and Patrick and I have talked about putting up both our pictures, but he’s against it for some reason. I’m more amenable to the idea, but now that I’ve been “faceless” for so long, I don’t want the unveiling of my photo to be some big event. That said, I do have a future post in mind that will address this very question, though I don’t know when I’ll be ready to do it. Not a lot of people know I do this, either, so that’s a small concern. But more people are aware than before - and some don’t know I know they know. Got that?

Have you ever been caught in a sex act, or caught with gay porn by a family member?
No, not really. Patrick and I have had some close calls when on vacation with friends, but nothing that was really obvious.

When did you realize you were in love for the first time?
Maybe it’s weird, but I don’t know the exact moment I fell in love with Patrick. I think I was in love with Lionel back when I was with him, but I can’t be sure anymore. I may have just thought I was in love. With Patrick, it was different. It seems like one day we were just dating, having a good time, then all of a sudden we were in a full-on relationship and I was in love. I do remember moments when I’ve been really aware of my love for him, from dancing together at his sister’s wedding to driving home from a vacation with him asleep in the passenger seat. Sometimes you just know.

If you could have one wish come true what would it be?
Should I be practical or not? I’d love to be financially independent so I could shop a lot. donate my time to a cause I believe in.
Really, I wish I were certain about a purpose and career in life. And that I had that career.

Besides sex, what is your one true passion in life?
This is another tough question - there are so many things I love. Believe it or not, sex doesn’t qualify as a passion for me, though I do love it. But music qualifies - so much that it’s embarassing. So does reading, and photography. And I’m a big nerd; I love news, collecting information, and researching things. But if I have to pick just one, I say music, though it’s not an easy decision.