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March 25, 2004
 demonus brawlus
so... on saturday night, i went to this annual wrestling event called "demonus brawlus". the fighting went on until 5 in the morning. i will remember the very image of a female wrestler named "clitora" (KLEE-TOH-RAH), beating the shit out of some guy, or even another female wrestler, "shania pain", and the tattoo behind her back.
with the entertaining yet scripted violence in place, i expected a very young crowd of between 18 to mid twenties. but what i encountered was a mature group of beautiful boys and girls in their late twenties to 30's. i was not disappointed. everywhere i look, there was one sexy guy after another. in large venues though, i can't quite rely on my gaydar. it goes out of whack in public gatherings of such.
  my bestfriend sunshine girl points out a cute blonde standing pretty with his buddies.
"maloney...the guy at our right...take a look." i take a quick peek.
"shit! you're right!" i stare discreetly once again, this time just a tad longer to assess his "features".
"babes, i'm sorry to say this, but your guy plays in my field."
"get out!" sunshine girl gives a pause. "how can you tell?" 
"look at what he's wearing."
sunshine girl looks and sees the letters "G-A-Y" widely spaced on his white t-shirt.
*****
on a sad note, a much loved openly-gay politician passed away yesterday morning. i won't mention his name here, but feel free to read up. he was very well respected by the gay community.
his passing was featured on various newspapers, and the local news. i thought it was funny how none of them mentioned he was openly gay. i know that he had more to him than being a gay man, but if the public were to have been made known, would they have grieved as much?
i met him twice, first at the now defunct wett bar with *party boy* about a year ago. (the closeted conservatives were feeding that place. once they were thrown out of government last fall, business became..... slow.) the second time was at a house party, also with party boy.
anyways, as i was about to head home last night, party boy , a work colleague, approached me at my desk. he seemed sad. the unmentioned politician was part of his circle of "high-profile" friends. i met all of party boy's "cool" friends a year ago. party boy has invited me numerous times to be part of his "circle". these guys, some straight, some gays, were hard-core party-ers.
i did have a great time meeting some very interesting individuals. but...nothing came of any of the friendships i made. it's because deep down, i felt out of place and they weren't the friends that would compliment nicely in my life. i'm not the type to "party" every night of the week, nor am i into "special subtances". but then again...who am i kidding? i was out of my league. lol.
i'm getting off topic here, aren't i?
going back to last night with party boy grieving over the aforementioned politician, he tells me that his friend was a major asset of his "circle". i try to console him, but then he begins to tell me some suspicions he had of his "friend". they weren't "very nice". if they were good friends, wouldn't he know these things already? these were some personal information that i didn't really need to know... not that it changes my perception of the deceased man. but it does tell me that party boy was friends with the guy simply for status alone. then again, i'm guilty of the same sin from time to time.
i'm speaking in codes i guess. and i'm not really saying what i could be saying.
soundtrack: 'lose your way' by sophie b. hawkins. [ lyrics ]
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