ROCHEFORT, beau marius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-top: 15px solid #CFC165; border-bottom: 15px solid #CFC165; padding: 18px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/208/208188.png?1220324962)] [style=background-color: CFC165; font-size: 20px; font-family: arial black; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;]beau marius rochefort 23 - NOBODY - MODEL - Russell Giardina - KELLIN i'm sorry if this is hard to read. english is not my first language. i speak canadian french fluently, and didn't learn it until grammar school. there's not much english spoken where i come from. a little background story then, i suppose. i'm beau (bo, but i don't mind beeu) rochefort, i'm 23 years old, and i am a model. or, at least, trying to become one. i'm 6'3 and weight about 150 pounds, pretty light for my height. my full name is beauregard, but i don't really go by that. i suppose i'm happy with my life. there's a lot more i could be doing, though. i was born and raised in quebec, canada. i lived with my father, mother, and younger sister. she's 20 now. we were very happy until my mother got cancer when i was 10. she died very soon after. we didn't have the money for modern medicine, so we tried to keep her alive at home. obviously, it didn't work. she died three weeks after her sickness. father was devastated and wanted nothing to do with me or my sister for months. while we stayed at home and went to school, we felt isolated and alone because of how father would treat us. i came from a very christian family that did not approve of my sexuality. always being somewhat feminine, i dabbled with my mother's makeup and clothes. she always found it cute, but my father did not. neither did my sister. they didn't (and still don't) understand or respect who i was. only my mother had. my sister can't remember her very well, and it makes me angry because i feel as if she never existed to her. when mom died, my father took to drinking to compensate. he used to yell at us and beat us both with belts when he was angry. he'd tease and bully me about being gay, specifically in front of my sister. then he'd convince her to go along with it. sometimes they'd shun me. i know she didn't understand what was going on, but it still hurt. i left home at 16. never really having an interest in school, i became involved in a small prostitution ring for a few years. my pimp was relatively nice, but the customers were not, and i soon left because of the emotional issues it gave me. i didn't want to sleep with men for money. i wanted a real relationship. unfortunately, even as i grew older, i never had a boyfriend or anything close. i was approached by a modeling agent about 5 months ago at a coffee shop. he asked if i wanted to model in los angeles, and i said i would. so we flew down together, he set me up, and i started working for various companies. i liked los angeles but i found the city to be extremely fake. absolutely nothing like canada. here i am now. i'm still learning english and my grammar is bad, but i try. i try very hard. i want to make my mother proud of me. i don't stay in contact with my father and haven't heard from my sister in years. i suppose i'm a happy guy. there's a lot that's unsaid in that sentence, but i try to keep a positive outlook on things. however, in a very genera sense i like being negative. i don't smile that much, only because when i work i'm not allowed to. i'm a catwalk model, so i go up and down the runway. it kind of carries on into my real life. i'm gay, and although very proud of it, my job makes me hide who i am. i like being in love, but i also like the control and i'm very possessive and dominant of who i get together with. i like being the one in control. my favorite color is blue. have a nice day. [/style]