What can I say? I’m a sucker for affection. I like it at Waffle Houses, I like it when I’m back in Rockford for a family dinner and I even like it when an old gay man wearing suspenders over a T-shirt gives me two Long Islands and a Corona. I always like when the person serving me food and/or beverages calls me “honey.” No Tiffani at stage number two, all right, let’s give it up for Tiffaniiiiiiiiiii!!! Coming up next on stage number three, Aaaaaaaaaamber!īut I really liked the place for one reason. He came onstage in a Speedo, left in a Speedo and danced a lot in the meantime.Īlso, there was only one of him. It wasn’t quite a strip club because the guy wasn’t stripping. Now, I don’t know the straight equivalent here. Gay bar number two: The gay bar with the dancing guy. I can’t beat gay Filipinos, but tiny Japanese women … heh heh heh. But I came in ahead of Lindsay each time. One shot bounced into the other room.Īlso, I lost at Cutthroat three times.
I don’t know what to say here other than that I’m a really dangerous darts player.
Turns out the karaoke wasn’t going on that night. I’ll break down the gay bars accordingly. Now during the very expensive night, there were two cab rides and four gay bars. Once again, I had confused gay and Jimmy Buffett. Button-up shirt for no reason? Pure stylish affectation! I put on the nice jeans, a white T-shirt and an unbuttoned button-up short-sleeved shirt over it.
Getting hit on is getting hit on and I wanted some massive ego uppers. We decided to meet up with our friend “Lindsay” (Another minority! I am soooooo liberal!) and hit up one in Boystown. I said that I was up to nothing and we went back and forth about whether there were any good karaoke bars in town. I was doing some Windy Citizen stuff when “Jeff” (pseudonym at his request) Gchatted me to see what I was up to. Strangely, I had planned to stay in on Saturday. And never while thinking of Colin Firth.īut I have never been to so many gay bars before in my life. And, that night, I had my in to a whole new and tastefully decorated world. He’s my friend because he does a really hilarious impression of Heath Ledger as The Joker.īut on Saturday, this friendship offered me a glimpse into the subculture of subcultures, the Holy Grail of alt living. I do have to clarify that he’s not my friend because he’s gay. Yearn to be me, fellow people who threatened to move to Canada in November 2000 and November 2004. I have recently acquired the one thing every 20-something white liberal craves and longs after but never quite thinks he’ll get – a gay, minority friend.Įnvy me, all you people who go to Critical Mass on your Treks. 5, 2008, here’s a tale of friendship, Speedos and the dreamy eyes of Colin Firth, a piece originally entitled “And now, the gays.” I’ve loaded up the site with stories to run while I’m gone (social media and newsletter handled by the amazing Benji Feldheim), but there were still a few gaps, gaps I’m filling with revamped and refurbished stories from Getting Strange, a blog I wrote from 2008-10 for the now-defunct Windy Citizen. As some of you might recall, I’m currently traveling the Caucasus and Asia Minor with my dad, as one does.