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From party boy and jail to family man – one gay dad’s story

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I am sure that, at some point, everyone has looked back at their past and wished they could change a few things that they are not proud of. From time to time I feel like that, too.

I moved to New Orleans when I was a kid – just out of high school. Owning this newfound life was incredibly liberating, but it did not come without consequences.

I was definitely not popular in my south Mississippi high school. I was in the school choir. And I loved (and I mean LOVED) *NSYNC. I thought it was so cool that one of *NSYNC’s members, Lance Bass, was from south Mississippi.

We even shared the same last name, as my surname before I married Douglas was Bass. Imagine my jubilation when my father told me that we were related to them! That just fueled my love and admiration for Lance and the music group.

This might sound ridiculous, but something clicked and I wanted to be just like them. Around the same time, I fell in love with a show called Real World – New Orleans and with Danny Roberts, one of its stars. Honestly, I have to give Danny Roberts all the credit for helping me find myself and having the courage to become who I wanted to be.

Erik Alexander when younger (Photo: Supplied)

Moving to New Orleans and discovering the scene

I wanted to leave the small-minded Mississippi town behind and start my own journey to stardom. So, I did what any other closeted, starry eyed boy with big dreams would do: I moved away. Some dreamers move to L.A. and some to New York. I moved to New Orleans.

Sure, it’s not really the scene for pop music. However, the gay scene is on point. *lip smack*

I remember the anxiety I had walking down Bourbon Street when I first arrived from Mississippi. I also remember how the apprehension melted away as I walked into Oz, New Orleans’ premiere gay nightclub, for the first time.

This was my opportunity to recreate my own identity! My new self. So when I walked inside Oz, the shy and intimidated Erik faded away, and Maxx was born.

As time went on, my confidence grew. I had never had so many friends! And they were all so interesting! For the first time, I felt popular and accepted for who I truly was.

Scene fame 

About six months after moving to New Orleans, I landed a job at Oz as a daiquiri bartender. I quickly took to one of the club’s owners, Tommy Elias.

Erik (right) with the late Tommy Elias

Erik (right) with the late Tommy Elias (Photo: Supplied)

Tommy was also from south Mississippi – just a few minutes from where I was from. He had been in a band for decades and loved to perform. His voice was electric and and his smile lit up the room. I immediately respected him and wanted to learn everything I could about the music business.

Over the years, he and I become close friends. I called him my ‘gay dad’ because I didn’t have a relationship with my own dad.

A couple of years later, Tommy gave me my own weekly Tuesday night show – a dance and variety show called ‘The Maxx Doubt Experiment,’ my quest to find New Orleans’ best hip-hop dancer. This was my first taste of fame. Well, small town fame, but fame nonetheless.

Bianca Del Rio and Erik as Maxine

Bianca Del Rio and Erik as Maxine (Photo: Supplied)

Bianca Del Rio

On Monday nights there was a talent contest called ‘The Gong Show’ hosted by none other than Bianca Del Rio. It was huge! The dance floor was transformed into a sea of candle-lit tables complete with linens that were all reserved for the who’s who of gay nightlife.

I only did drag a handful of times, but I was lucky enough to have Bianca make me over each time. Unlike her onstage persona, she was so sweet and compassionate offstage. And she always had the best advice.

I was a kid, facing problems of my own and she always had the right words. ‘Grin and bear it,’ she’d say, ‘until you can’t.’

She had such a star quality to her back then too.

As I look back, I am so thankful that she allowed me to come into her world and get a glimpse of what her life was like. Now she’s a superstar and I am so honored to know her and call her my friend.

She may be hateful on stage, but trust me: she is the sweetest person in the world you’ll ever meet.

Bianca Del Rio and Erik Alexander on Bianca's Instagram

‘I became cocky, entitled, and reckless’

The longer I submerged myself in the nightly gay scene, the further I distanced myself from my morals. You see, people go to the French Quarter to party and act out. As such, the majority of my social exposure was comprised of people who were actively partying 24/7.

As time sped by, alcohol and drugs began to take control of my life, and I slowly turned into a person I did not want to be. I became cocky, entitled, and reckless.

I was due for a fall from grace, and this particular fall would be one of the hardest and most important lessons that I have ever learned.

Also, I found out who my true friends were. I also had to learn to be at peace with letting the fake and spiteful ones go. People make mistakes in life, especially when you’re just a ‘punk kid’. Tommy would call me that when I wore my hat backwards.

Erik in his younger days after hitting the New Orleans scene

Erik in his younger days after hitting the New Orleans scene (Photo: Supplied)

True friends allow you the leeway to learn and grow without judgement. Fake ones will watch you fall and talk about you as you do. In the end, I became more judicious regarding who I allowed in my inner circle.

So I left Oz and got a new job across the street at another gay club called The Bourbon Pub. I was able to shake a good bit of the social toxicity from my life and gain control of what was important.

‘Just some New Orleans voodoo, baby’

At the time, I was still brokenhearted from my little brother’s untimely death. It was a rainy day and I felt depressed, alone, and hopeless. I was approached by my friend, Aunt Vickie Vines who saw my sadness.

‘What’s wrong with you Maxxie?’ he asked. I told him I was lonely and I didn’t want to be sad anymore. To which he replied, ‘I can fix that. Just give me some of your hair.’ So, he snipped off a lock of my hair, folded it up in a bandanna, and put it into his pocket.

Then he said, ‘In two weeks, you will meet the love of your life. And when you do, you will know it from your head to your feet.’

But then came a warning, ‘But you must be a good person and do the right thing or you will be cursed 3x over.’ I asked what he was doing with my hair. ‘Just some New Orleans voodoo, baby.’ He winked and walked away.

It was almost two weeks to the day when I was working my night shift at the Bourbon Pub. I stepped into the back to grab a clipboard and that’s when our eyes met. He sat at a desk filling out a new hire work form. It was like time stopped. It was like the beating of the bass from the music on the dance floor silenced, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

I couldn’t look away, as if I was frozen. I knew I was in the very moment I had prayed for. This was him. I knew it, and felt it, from my head to my feet. Aunt Vickie Vines said I would, and indeed I did. My knight had come on the night that I needed him. This was Douglas, my future husband.

Partying hard

Douglas and I became inseparable. He had just moved to town from Arizona and was staying at a local hostel. All I could think of was the horror movie, ‘Hostel’. He had to get out of there! And that’s exactly what he did. He came to stay with me!

One of the first photos of Erik and Douglas together

One of the first photos of Erik and Douglas together (Photo: Supplied)

As much as I hate to admit, I began partying just as much if not more than I did when I worked at Oz. The only difference is I had a boyfriend. Spending so many nights in the club meant we also saw so many sunrises. Once the sun came up, we would dart out of the bar and cover ourselves like an Anne Rice character from Interview with the Vampire.

We would run to his old Volvo wagon and quickly drive out of the French Quarter. He was so spontaneous and I loved that.

This was the boy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I wish it ended there with a happy ending, but we still had some major growing pains to endure. To say that the partying intensified is an understatement. Aunt Vicky told me if I didn’t do the right thing, the spell would curse me three times over. As wild as this sounds, she was right.

Both of us acted so irresponsibly. I was so careless and it all finally caught up with me. I didn’t drink and drive, but that didn’t excuse the other things I did. As a result, I was arrested three times in a three-week period by getting pulled over. The last arrest was the day before Good Friday and I was in jail for close to four nights.

Getting clean

Once I got out, I made sure to clean up my act. I knew that Aunt Vicky Vines meant business, so my turnaround was pretty easy. I was okay, and now it was Douglas’ turn. With a newly cleared head, I was able to see the danger he was in. Ultimately, Douglas got clean, too. And not only did he get clean, but he also decided that he wanted to pursue a career that would allow him to help people who have a history of substance abuse.

He went to college and also started a fundraiser to bring scientific instruments to local classrooms across New Orleans by climbing Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa. At first, all of the local universities rejected his application.

Graduation Day for husband Douglas - alongside Erik and their kids

Graduation Day for husband Douglas – alongside Erik and their kids (Photo: @nolapapa | Instagram)

The community college accepted him, but pressured him to enroll in an air-conditioner repair program, saying the medical school was too lofty of a goal for someone like him.

He pushed forward anyway, and ended up getting a full scholarship to Loyola University, after which he graduated from LSU New Orleans School of Medicine.

He asked me to marry him and on 1 August we celebrated our 12th year together and our 3rd wedding anniversary. We now have two beautiful girls that own our hearts. He is now a doctor and is starting a four-year residency program in psychiatry which will allow him to practice a mind-and-body approach to substance abuse.

I was the general manager of a gay-owned and operated restaurant for ten years in the French Quarter. Now my focus has shifted to family man, running our family’s vacation rental and also running my site and blog,

Erik (right) with his family

Erik (right) with his family (Photo: @nolapapa | Instagram)

‘If you dream it, you can be it’

I write all of this to say that – in spite of your past – if you dream it, you can be it. Your past does not dictate your future. If there is something you want in life, go for it! If you are anything like me and have the desire and ambition to become a father, you can.

And you can do this no matter what people say, no matter if you aren’t completely proud of your past, no matter what your sexual orientation.

Just always remember to be a good person, to be honest, and to do the right thing. If you do these things, you will undoubtedly see wonderful opportunities coming your way. And just remember what an old friend used to tell me… ‘Just grin and bear it…’

This piece is dedicated to my ‘gay-dad’, Tommy Elias. You were a light of hope to so many. You are and always will be an inspiration to me. I love you and you’ll be forever in my dreams.

The full-length version of this posting first appeared on Gay With Kids – reproduced with permission. Follow Erik via his Nolapapa blog and Instagram.

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