Alejandro (D.O.) is from Argentina, where he works as a waiter at a restaurant that caters to foreign tourists. He picks up his fashion cues from foreign tv shows and magazines — and from the men that he meets at his restaurant. He’s a little over-formal for travel: a button down shirt, slacks, shoes, and he’s wrinkled and rumpled. His hair is messy and he’s nervous, especially given that it’s his first time visiting his boyfriend.
Robert is an unemployed writer who spends his days at cafes. He’s got a real interest in humanity, and is garrulous and friendly. He’s almost always dressed casually. Robert lives in the grittier Castro-adjacent neighborhood of the Lower Haight.
Ronald is a successful young entrepreneur and recent MBA grad. Conservative, socially and politically, however he doesn’t have much experience with gay culture outside of his occasional sexual encounters. He’s got a fair bit of money from selling his first business, but he’s reinvested most of it rather than spend unwisely on material things. He’s never been fucked, but in his heart, he’s a pushy bottom just waiting for a chance to give it up.
Jeremy (Topher Dimaggio) is confident sexually, but unsure of himself otherwise. He’s a gritty Mission artist who prefers beer and weed to tea-dances and techno. He dresses in second-hand clothes and torn jeans, rides a bike and takes Muni rather than drive and is more stained than pressed. He wants to make money from his art, but the growing pile of bills next to his bed is going to make him take a detour.
Adam is a player, a human resources exec who’s well-traveled and likes to party. He favors tighter, flashier clothes and is always cruising his neighborhood, the Castro. He has a preference for high-end brands, but they don’t always translate into original or even good taste.
Steve’s your typical married guy on the cusp of settling down with his wife in the ‘burbs. A job interview brings Steve to the Bay Area where he runs into his old high school fuck buddy, an encounter that unearths emotions he hasn’t felt in years.
Naked Sword – Golden Gate
