“Do
you know those people?” the bartender asked me.
I know male bartenders who work in non-gender-specific environments, and while
they may not always wear shirts, they always wear pants, or long swim trunks.
These
male bartenders however at this particular gay bar takeover wore G-strings.
Just G-strings. Some wore shoes.
“Do
they know this is a gay bar?” the bartender asked me.
My
back was to the bar, elbows resting on the bar counter top. I leaned back and
saw both G-string clad male bartenders leaning forward over their side of the
bar, bare butts reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.
“Yeah
I’m pretty sure they figured it out.” I said.
A
vanilla person might question why a straight man would attend a “hot bodies
only” gay bar takeover flexing his abs and biceps? Some might say he’s looking
for a little bisexual strange, or why else would he attend a “Freaky” Friday
swinger gay bar takeover, in a prominent openly gay neighborhood, with no play
areas, pay a cover charge when on any other night the club has no cover charge,
and where all the male bartenders are wearing nothing but G-strings?
To
a judgmental, sexually unsophisticated person, this probably looks like a great
way to mask a guy’s bisexual curiosities while going no further than just
putting his foot through the front door of a gay bar, while calling it a
straight swinger party…
But
for a guy who is secure in his sexuality, for a guy who is secure in his
manhood, his response is simple, “Look, I’m just here with my girl, having a
drink, maybe meet some friends later, heard about this party and thought we’d
hang out for a bit. We don’t care where it is. We just wanted to have a fun
night out.”
Dude,
you don’t owe anyone explanation.
We get it.
It’s
not a difficult concept.
What
makes it difficult, is when those exact same guys who don’t want to be judged
as bi curious or gay, are now running around screaming, “Don’t go to (wherever)
it’s the fat old peoples swingers club!”
Oh
really, cowboy? So how did that Freaky “hot bodies only” gay bar takeover work
out for you?
I
recognized people immediately on the first gay bar takeover, and some of those
same people again on the second gay bar takeover.
And
just for the record the only straight hot dance clubs in West Hollywood, off
Santa Monica Blvd. are, THERE ARE NONE.
Fool
me once club promoter, shame on you. Fool me twice…
No
one believes you were fooled the first time, sir!
The
only difference is it was worth it to you to be in a gay bar, in a prominent
openly gay city, for a Freaky party, because you thought you were in an elite
pro male-heterosexual environment where boys and girls in attendance were
hand-picked for their sexy fitness. And for that reason you can be accepting
and cool…
But
throw down a few cheese quesadillas on top of an expired 24 hour fitness
membership card, and then you act like someone just slapped the hetero right
out of you!
You’re secure in your sexuality and masculinity to be served drinks by a guy wearing a glo-green G-string, but you’re not cool and accepting enough to just be in the same room with people who might know where to get the best cheese quesadillas in town?
Note
to Promoter: Before you send me any messages, it’s a known gay bar, and you
took it over ergo “gay bar takeover”.
I
don’t know.
And
I don’t have anything to offer by way of useful intelligence.
I don’t think anyone needs a website for sex anymore. It’s that most of us use a computer for work and so – among the rapid invisible streams of electronic ingenuity – on the off chance we might encounter someone/s we might want to spend a little time with, it’s a tiny investment, for entertainment if nothing else
Anyway,
On
to things that really matter,
So
didja see Fargo last night?
Malvo!!
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