Goodbye, Ferocious.

On the afternoon of Saturday, February 5, I received a shocking phone call. One of my friends had passed away in a tragic, freak accident the night before.

The details about what happened are fuzzy. No one really wants to talk about what happened, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is that Christofer Roseberry, known best in my world as Christofierce or Ferocious, is gone.

Christofierce was just that – FIERCE. I remember the first time I met him. Two of my fabulous gay male friends were having a housewarming party, and Chris was in attendance. I knew only the hosts, but I happened to make eye contact with Christofer from across the room. He flashed a giant, devilish grin at me and sauntered over.

“Why hello there, gorgeous. What’s your name?” he asked. I told him, and he replied, “You can just call me Christofierce.”

Oh, Ferocious.

From moment one, I felt Christofer’s energy. He reverberated human electricity. Chris was such a radiant human, living and loving so unabashedly that his life force impacted me every single time I saw him. Not to mention the fact that he would pick me up (or any number of other women near me), swinging us around the dance floor whether we wanted to or not.
Swinging on a dance floor.. or a subway platform.

I attended a memorial for Christofer last Wednesday, and though crying was inescapable, the stories many shared made almost everyone in attendance smile and laugh. And I think that’s the way Chris would have wanted it. He brought immense joy to this world, and seeing how many people packed the tiny space in Alice’s Tea Cup in Midtown East – New York City (though he was from Ohio) reconfirmed the kind of man he was. One of my favorite stories came from one of the managers at Alice’s Tea Cup. She recalled the last time she saw Ferocious – he was twirling at the hostess stand.

There is no way around it – life is short. I try to make every day count, to have at least one genuine moment of uniqueness and wonder each day, but sometimes it’s more than easy to lose sight of that. Things like this reinvigorate that goal. If I could do anything to pay tribute to Christofer, it would be to live and love as fiercely as I possibly can. And I am determined to do so.

All my love.

Goodbye, Ferocious. May we meet again someday.

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  1. Who we are is the only real heritage we leave to our beloved ones.
    Everything else is just rattle and hum.

    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” ~ Mark Twain

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