Kenneth Hill is an American gadabout with a voracious appetite for the pleasures of his adopted home of London. He has been a professional homosexual since 1992; prior to that, he didn’t get paid for it.

His previous life in Washington, DC included serving as managing editor of LGBT content at AOL, raising big bucks for the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force, and a stint at the White House, the circumstances of which he doesn’t easily reveal.

He speaks French fluently, filth frequently, is an intrepid flaneur, a connoisseur of cabaret, and a fanatic about photography of guys who love guys circa 1880-1950.

For some strange reason, he isn’t at all embarrassed by his iPod which sports 390 Streisand songs, an extravagant homage to the Partridge Family, a divalicious compendium of the great ladies of song numbering in the thousands, out-of-print gems by Les Baxter and obscure queer recordings like I’d Rather Fight than Swish.

The thrill of his most recent introduction makes his heart beat. He is 5’10 (5’11 online), and looks good in gray as it matches his hair.