Post by Tristan Metaxi on Nov 8, 2009 22:22:37 GMT -5
Tristan Metaxi is anything but average.
He was born to a set of normal parents, who went through a normal divorce when he was 10, and who continued to have normal fights when it came to money, until Tristan turned 15.
It was his fifteenth birthday present - a trip to Greece. Just Tristan and mom, two weeks in Europe, sightseeing and eating weird food. Only two weeks turned into three when Tristan's mother met a man. A Greek man. How could she resist? Two weeks turned into four, four into five...
Tristan went home to Cali and stayed with his dad for several weeks while his dear mother began making wedding plans. Five weeks in hell.
Reason being? Tristan's dad's a super-Christian. Now why would that be a problem? Well, gee, Tristan loooved Barbies, and dress-up, and playing with make-up when he was little. That's Dad's cue to leave.
So, basically, what I'm trying to say is: Tristan's gay. And he doesn't mind broadcasting it to the world.
He's very stylish with his brown hair and honey-colored highlights, stunna-shades and denim jacket with a popped collar. He blasts Britney Spears and Lady Gaga out of the windows of his Camaro and sings along with it - loud and proud.
Essentially, he's everything his father hates. And it's awesome.
Oh, yeah. Back to his mom and the Greek guy.
She came home for several months, then returned to Greece, then came back with Greek dude and his youngest son. By the time Tristan turned 17, he had a new brother that didn't understand anything about him, and a new step-dad who spoke broken english. Whoopdie-freakin-do.
He was born to a set of normal parents, who went through a normal divorce when he was 10, and who continued to have normal fights when it came to money, until Tristan turned 15.
It was his fifteenth birthday present - a trip to Greece. Just Tristan and mom, two weeks in Europe, sightseeing and eating weird food. Only two weeks turned into three when Tristan's mother met a man. A Greek man. How could she resist? Two weeks turned into four, four into five...
Tristan went home to Cali and stayed with his dad for several weeks while his dear mother began making wedding plans. Five weeks in hell.
Reason being? Tristan's dad's a super-Christian. Now why would that be a problem? Well, gee, Tristan loooved Barbies, and dress-up, and playing with make-up when he was little. That's Dad's cue to leave.
So, basically, what I'm trying to say is: Tristan's gay. And he doesn't mind broadcasting it to the world.
He's very stylish with his brown hair and honey-colored highlights, stunna-shades and denim jacket with a popped collar. He blasts Britney Spears and Lady Gaga out of the windows of his Camaro and sings along with it - loud and proud.
Essentially, he's everything his father hates. And it's awesome.
Oh, yeah. Back to his mom and the Greek guy.
She came home for several months, then returned to Greece, then came back with Greek dude and his youngest son. By the time Tristan turned 17, he had a new brother that didn't understand anything about him, and a new step-dad who spoke broken english. Whoopdie-freakin-do.
