... about my first time going to a gay bar. I decided to start writing immediately after I got back, because I didn't want sleep to chase away the already made up sentences in my head, let alone the juicy details.
Nineteen years ago mother nature dropped me on this globe, yet it took the same amount of time for me to find entrance to the gay scene. Until a few hours ago, I was what B. calls 'theoretically gay': I knew the theories, but I lacked field experience.
I'm not going to lie, I was pretty scared and excited at the same time. A slight feeling of nervosity struck me when I left my house and headed towards Key West. Of course, I didn't go all by myself. I was accompagnied by two of my friends, both of the female sex. One likes girls, the other likes guys. I wouldn't be lying if I told you that they could already be situated slighty on the right side of the sober-drunk continuum.
My first impression of the bar was good. It was pretty cosy, and certainly not too crowded. We met up with another girl and her flamboyant gay friend. He was wearing black leather bracelets with sharp-looking iron things on them (interpret as: not my type of guy) and had energy for two. He sure was the party man.
Where, on an average party, it takes about an hour for me to get in the zone, the environment (consisting of good music combined with hotties) got me going almost immediately. I had a good time, and that feeling was not alleviated by the (sometimes) hot make-out sessions behind me, on the contrary.
Around 3 AM, when the music turned more and more "thumpa thumpa" instead of music that could also be found in my Itunes library, I decided it was time to leave.
Fasten your seatbelts, B., because this baby is just getting started.
Peace out!
L.
Nineteen years ago mother nature dropped me on this globe, yet it took the same amount of time for me to find entrance to the gay scene. Until a few hours ago, I was what B. calls 'theoretically gay': I knew the theories, but I lacked field experience.
I'm not going to lie, I was pretty scared and excited at the same time. A slight feeling of nervosity struck me when I left my house and headed towards Key West. Of course, I didn't go all by myself. I was accompagnied by two of my friends, both of the female sex. One likes girls, the other likes guys. I wouldn't be lying if I told you that they could already be situated slighty on the right side of the sober-drunk continuum.
My first impression of the bar was good. It was pretty cosy, and certainly not too crowded. We met up with another girl and her flamboyant gay friend. He was wearing black leather bracelets with sharp-looking iron things on them (interpret as: not my type of guy) and had energy for two. He sure was the party man.
Where, on an average party, it takes about an hour for me to get in the zone, the environment (consisting of good music combined with hotties) got me going almost immediately. I had a good time, and that feeling was not alleviated by the (sometimes) hot make-out sessions behind me, on the contrary.
Around 3 AM, when the music turned more and more "thumpa thumpa" instead of music that could also be found in my Itunes library, I decided it was time to leave.
Fasten your seatbelts, B., because this baby is just getting started.
Peace out!
L.
1 comment:
thanks for joining us yesterday, L.
Had a real good time :)
x
J.
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