2011 feels like a lot, it's a brand new decade. My new years eve was pretty ok, nothing extraordinary. I dined alone in a Thai restaurant, which was slightly weird, as I was the only sole diner, but there was a table full of Americans nearby who filled the restaurant with enough of friendly banter, which was pleasant to listen to.
Then I hit Canal Street and that was my first time partying there, and well, it wasn't bad. I made friends with a Muslim guy called Ali in a low grade karaoke pub (Charlies..?). We both started laughing at some exessively behaving guy who was dancing to crappy karaoke music and then almost knocked Ali off his feet as he stumbled upon him. Ali was a nice guy, who of course wasn't out to his family. I just have to say I have very little respect for people of the young generation living in the West who aren't out. Yes, I'm aware of that powerful hold family can have on a person but seriously, we have one and only one life to live and if you're going to go through it lying to your family, you're not even respecting them, you're deceiving them. It's better to face their anger and a possible, but most likely temporary, rejection from the clan, than keep a phony peace built on a lie. Anyway, my new friend was 37 and just an average guy who was into coke. As far as I knew he snorted 3 lines. He didn't feel so hot later and I worried about him. Even offered me some, but I declined. Thanks but no thanks, I would never take hard drugs, god only knows what kind of internal damage they do to the brain, lungs, and all your cells. The street was full of people and it finally looked the way it did on Queer As Folk. It was fun to be there just that night and experience it seething with nightlife, clubbing and music. Nevertheless, I have become a rare visitor on the scene which is probably Alan's influence. He would feel so vindicated with the decision to end it with me if he knew I went to that forbidden, cursed, unholy place!
Note to straight females: I'm sorry if the following offends you but tough.
The scene was ok overall, my immediate complaint was with the amount of straight women there. Not that I have anything against straight women, but when it comes to the gay scene it seems like there are more of them than there are gay men. And I can distinguish the lesbian women from the rest. Some with friends, some with their boyfriends. Seriously hags, aren't there enough straight clubs for you? Do you have to take over our skimpy little scene as well? Do you have to pollute it with your loud, ill-mannered behavior? With your bleached blond hair, skinny or fat exposed legs, hoop earrings, overdone make-up, loud annoying squeaky high pitched, bellowing laughter hitting my eardrums so bad they want to bleed, clutching your little handbags and wearing skimpy dresses making you look like you actually forgot to get dressed, even if it's arctic freezing weather outside... I mean it, hags, stay away, you're not welcome there, and we only put up with you cause we have to. You make the street look chavy, trashy and cheap, and in case you forgot, since we can't go to 99% of the clubs to meet & have fun with other men, the scene is there for gays and lesbians, not hen dos and "normal people" wanting to experience an exotic evening with the freaks.
Ok, got that out of my system. Ali, my new friend, took me to the Eagle Bar which was so much more to my liking than the youth-filled Queer, or even the more sophisticated Velvet Bar. The Eagle was for real men, bears, muscles, moustaches and guys over 50. It was yummy there, and that's where I did the countdown and as midnight struck I drunkenly kissed some bear and wished him and then Ali & his friend a happy new year. Ali's friend joined us, whose name I don't recall. It was a guy who has a daughter, also Asian, and a lot more effeminate. He had slightly long hair and was acting like a woman for the most part. Nice enough. So after midnight I talked to 2 more people and walked home. I'm glad I did, there were just too many men for my liking there. Tony called on the way and we chatted for a while. I miss him a lot and I told him this must be the last New Years Eve we are apart.
At home I had an "Edward & Bella" marathon, watching Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse. Love that stuff, it was such a great hangover cure. That and Panadol Extra.
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