I started reading my 3546 emails, and began to feel that being Famous is not all it's cracked up to be. Alexandra kindly agreed to look after them, as follows:
Hi, Lucien, you're so cute! BLOCK THIS SENDER
Allow me, my dear young friend, to recommend to you the grace and mercy of our BLOCK THIS SENDER
Hi, kid -- you took the first step by speaking out about our enemy and his vile hypocrisy. Now you need to BLOCK THIS SENDER
Boy, you're hot -- would you like to BLOCK THIS SENDER
She held on to a few that looked "genuine" -- nice to have such helpful friends.
The TV appearance went quite well. The truth was best -- George is mortified, but actually people would have imagined terrible things if I'd not given the unvarnished, and rather trivial, facts. And it's also best for self-protection.
But now, I'm a Star! The sultry southern heartthrob, the new James Dean etc. Sort of thing that goes to a boy's head.
Mom said, 'You were great!'
Will the invitations roll in from Hollywood? Or will I be old news in a few days time?
George, you better do what Lucien tells you -- no more "antigay" nonsense -- and you should take up my offer of friendship. You won't find better!