The Fuschia Mohawk (or: The Men in My Life - part 3)

Like a vibrant ray of sunshine, he brightens my day just by walking in the room. Has since the day I met him. I can't explain it but he instantly became one of my favorite people in the city. He sparkles. (And honestly, he brightens my day regardless of his hair colour which has been numerous shades of red, blue and oh-my-god blonde, actually just blonde... once). Even before I knew him very well (I'm still not sure I know him very well but better than that first show, way back when...you know - the fish show?) even back then, he was somehow one of those people who you instinctually adore - you know what I mean?