Sorry to disappoint, S'tan, but I never had sex with gnome. Though, when we first met he followed me, clad in my tattered Ripper Victorian finery, through the early morning streets of the Meat Market screaming in his high raspy gnomish voice, "Fuck me, fuck me!" Chi Chi yelled at him, "Get away you little gnome!" Hence his name.
But I never knew about Gen at all! Joey, of course, if it had two legs, or even one, well...
When we were working on turning "Bar Room 432" into Mother, for some reason I was left alone late at night to finish painting. Everyone else had gone home and I was putting layer upon layer of clear acrylic on the faux matble in the Versailles Room to make it shine like the real thing. Well, there came a knock on the door which I answered. Gorgeous Latin boy asking (what else,) "Is this the Clit Club?" Well, of course I invited him in to "see the space." I think we shed all our clothes right by the door and saw the space-- all of it! The Main Room, the stage, the Versailles, the stairs, even the elevator... and then some! Leaving some of our jizz in each location. When we were finally spent and the sun was coming up, I told him the Clit was only on Fridays. I guess that was the night the club really got "christened." Poor Javier, I bet his mop head was awfully sticky!