Okay, here's the situation, I went to Deity NYC, a new bar/lounge in Boerum Hill. I hadn't been there before, and really didn't expect to have a good time. But, it's a new spot in downtown Brooklyn, so why not check it out, right? My initial sense of the place was, "some seriously bizarro forces must have conspired to bring these people into a room together?" Which is exactly what I love about Brooklyn! Good start. Plus there was an awesome DJ and faux-eurotrashy owners (Why would anyone fake this aesthetic? Only God and Criss Angel know for sure). It all conspired for a fairly fabulous effect. Anyway, I was getting my drunken slut dance on with a member of what I thought was the gay boy contingent, and the next thing I know we're making out. Completely confusing, because . . . I thought he was gay! A view which, witnesses confirm, I shared mid-make out. Classy.
But, here's the thing, I never would have gone all forbidden dance on him if I thought he was straight. On a scale of 1 to 10, how fucked up is that?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Gay Boyfriend
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2 things:
1) Are you sure he is not gay? Do they factor the beauty of the other individual on the Kinsey scale? You are a beautiful woman maybe he couldn't help himself?
2) I see it as maybe not having enough access to straight men who dance well (your pops excluded of course). I think alot of straight guys are too self conscious when they dance (although mr.maude thinks he is the bees-knees on the dance floor doing his Caddyshack gopher dance) or are too busy giving you at night at the roxbury to even find the beat.
ok, and [shudder] Criss Angel [shudder]
But, normally, my gaydar is FLAWLESS. I've been ahead of the curve on lots of guys coming out, e.g., my first gay boyfriend. Maybe I'm losing my touch . . . so to speak.
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