Ten hours after landing in New Zealand and I find myself one of only two girls in a packed gay bear pub.
How? Why? Read on…
I guess I can blame it all on P, the most vibrant, outspoken, potty mouth lesbian I’ve ever met. She told me she’d take me to a queer party but before that we had to pick up her gay friends from the urge.
need I say more?
The urge is a lot like it sounds. I mean, there were TV screens showing hardcore gay porn and real life previews in the dark corners. P said she wasn’t sure they would let us females in, but never the less, she strut her stuff straight past the guard without hesitating and I tried to follow. Nobody stopped us but boy did we get some strange looks inside until she found her friends and they came over and gave her hugs and kisses. How come gay guys are so happy friendly and energetic? Could it be a byproduct of their life style which provides them with as much effortless sex as they want regardless of their age, their looks or their social status? What would the world be like if sex wasn’t so repressed? Would all of us be so ‘gay’?
We did leave through the back door so as not to ‘scare’ the bears again. We continued on to the queer party which was also completely dominated by gay men. Where are all the gay women? Haven’t found them yet.
Just to get you jealous. A beach near Auckland I went to today.