“...His image has been blown up to prodigious proportions on billboards in Times Square and Sunset Boulevard and used to push products all over the country. He fancies himself a chameleon, and rightly so as he currently depicts a wide range of characters in one international and four national print campaigns as well as four national commercials - of which there have been more than six commercials a year for the past nine years....he landed the part of Jesus in Jesus Christ Superstar, had roles on Melrose Place, 7th Heaven, Beverly Hills 90210, Chicago Hope, In the Heat of the Night, so chances are, if you watch television, read magazines, or have walked down a busy street lately, you've seen his face before ....He loves convertibles, writing his congressman, any form of artistic expression, the smell of night jasmine, recycling, farting, and gorgonzola cheese - because it's good on anything. He hates when people mispronounce his name, and will only answer to Gerald with a hard “G”. He loves spending time alone. He was alone last Christmas in Aruba. He's got ten different ways to smile at you. He's the sweet boy next door and the bad-ass trouble maker. He's got the complexity of James Dean and the sincerity of Jimmy Stewart; think Steve McQueen with a dash of Greg Kinnear. His energy is contagious. He thrives on contradictions and indeed can be one himself if you let him....“I've moved around my whole life, I'm not really from anywhere,” he says with a smirk. “I'm a little bit country a little bit rock and roll.” His father worked for IBM and was transferred every few years relocating the family to Alabama, Illinois, Mississippi, Missouri, New Jersey, Georgia and Florida. Always being the new kid on the block, Gerald quickly learned to make his presence known by playing the class clown......
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...Eleven years ago he and a friend were returning from a beer run after partying all night like a couple of frat boys. They were drunk and totaled the car on an electrical lead pole. It was touch and go for a while for Gerald. The doctors in the ICU even speculated permanent brain damage. Fortunately, they speculated incorrectly. “Like when you bruise your shoulder,” Gerald explains, “and it hurts and you can't move it around for a while - I did the same thing with my brain. It was bruised for a while and it stopped working. When you come that close to death you realize how precious life is. I don't want to settle for anything in life. I don't want to do a job just to pay the bills. I don't want to date a man I'm not totally impassioned by just to have someone. People do that all the time. They settle and I don't get it.”....in addition to several months of strenuous mental and physical rehabilitation to deal with, he learned that while in a semiconscious state he had come out of the closet to all of his visiting friends, which in turn, forced him to acclimatize with his own sexuality. Unfortunately, a brain-damaged homosexual was too much for his friends at the time to handle. When he was finally ready to face his new challenges, he did it alone. “Coming out was hard then,”he recalls. “I'm sure it can be difficult now because there's the possibility of setting yourself up for all sorts of prejudices. But at least today, it's more prevalent in the media and hopefully gay and lesbian kids realize they're not alone.”
“...Gerald, you know that I think you're going to hit it big as an actor,” I say, “but what if you don't?”He laughs. “You wouldn't ask me that if I was a doctor, but I like the way you prefaced it. I don't think about that- it's out of the question. It's not a possibility. I will continue doing what I'm doing - following my dream. My path may metamorphose, but I only think about things falling in suit. Think what the fuck you want- I'm going to do it. The only thing that motivates a question like that is fear. I'm here to be an artist and I'm going to do it.” Then, after a moment, “Did you get all of that?”