Re-introduction to the wild

So it was decided that I needed to be introduced back into the wild. I hadn't stepped into a gay bar in 4years. I was close to forgetting that I was an out, loud and proud queer.

I was shocked to receive the invitation for a free flow re-launch of a theme night at one of the gay bars. I mean I had been out of the scene for so long how could anyone even think of sending me an invite? Well I got it and it was a free flow event but it was at a gay bar. It'd be brimming with gay boys that can't dance and are there only to be seen at the scene. It was an assumption, I know, but it all came from past experiences. I'd hate to go back to even taste such a boring lifestyle. But it was FREE-fuckin'-FLOWWW. In retrospect, the last time I was at a free flow event at a gay bar, I ended up picking up some guy I didn't want to sleep with, making out with TheFairy's straight friends and have some dodgy guy ask me how much I would cost for the night as I took a very shameless piss in an alley.

This would be fun.

Still totally unprepared for the night, I found a couple of people I knew that were turning up and decided to brave it and head on over. Brave as I was, I broke down into a whimpering puppy and begged a fag hag to follow when she unwittingly gave me a ring to join her for a nice, quiet dinner. Fool.

I have to say, the scene's changed alot since I left it behind. Still dominated by oriental beefcakes who, no doubt, could only love another asian muscle mary. Yay. *rolls eyes*

But you can see a new breed of local-flavored homos emerging from the shallows. The ones that are not wearing super-tight shirts to show off their oh-so-lovely muscles over-developed from three-too-many days at the gym. The ones that ones that DON'T care how they look when they shake it. The ones that don't have a burning desire to peel off those ridiculous not-actually-body-fitting-but-I-bought-it-one-size-too-small-so-when-I-flex-my-pecs-I-rip-a-few-seams shirts.

Enter crAshton. Yes hunny, that's what I'm naming you. crAshton. Because you killed that space. You maimed those sashaying little bitches on the dancefloor with me and showed those hip-swayers how to really party with your crazy moves. I didn't see it coming. It was awesome.

Look out for the crAshton, he's coming your way.

I walked in keeping a running score of which was better: a gay bar or my oh-so-beloved TAG. TAG was in the lead 2-1 with cheaper, stronger booze and crazier party animals. You turned it around for the queers, crAshton, they won for tonight.

If I hit another gay bar and crAshton is around, I guess TAG will lose again. But if he isn't guess what, TAG STILL ROCKS MY FUCKIN' SOCKS OFF.

This is for you crAshton: