The Men of DC
or, ogling the gay bois people-watching in the city. I sent a story into an anthology awhile ago - the title of the thing was "Guilty Pleasures," and I wrote a story about ogling the men in various establishments. The editor wrote me back, and said "I love your story. The only problem is that you don't sound a damn bit guilty!"
BC and I visited not a few bars in DC. I'm not much of a drinker, and he seems to limit himself (or did because I was there), but one good thing about a big city is you don't have to drive drunk. If you're too far to walk home, there's always a taxi.
BTW, no BC is not ten-inches ... but is still quite nicely above average
There seemed to be a lot of "bois" in our area - twinks and would-be-twinks, metrosexuals - and a few girly-girls. Of course, there were the bears and their cubs, also, but BC had those on GPS tracking so we didn't have to go big game hunting. We thought about taking in a show: Swan Lake played with an all-queer male troup, or Oy Vey in a Manger, but we ran out of time.
I know it's a bad habit, but I adore going out and sniping other gays. And I should feel guilty ... but ... see above.
We commented (to each other, for crying out loud, not to the poor bois!) on clothing (so not your color, dahling), hairstyles (they wore that in London, dear ... two years ago), mannerisms (good god, does it know what gender it wants to be?) ... everything and anything. The beauty of being with your best friend/soulmate is that you don't even need to finish your sentences. Sometimes all you have to do is cut your eyes at something, and the other starts laughing, or mutters "I know, I KNOW!" and tries not to laugh. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of very hot men in DC - especially at some of the bars. But there are also a lot of posers strutting their stuff, just as there are in any city.
There are also a lot of men BC pointed out and muttered, "I slept with him once." Seems my pal is going through a midlife crisis, and is coping by adopting wholeheartedly the Bachelor Gay Lifestyle. Not that I mind ... I'm middle aged myself. I went with tattoos instead of bath houses though *wink*
Yes, bath houses are coming back into vogue, and no, I will not tell you where the ones in DC may be. I will also not tell you whether BC and I went to one, or if one or the other of us might have gone alone, or even what happened inside. Of course, you may read a smutty tale sometime and think, "That sounds like what the velyr said about those DC bath houses ..."
Speaking of velyr, I always look out for the little blighters. Spotted a few in DC, but the weather was just too fecking cold, so if there is a sizable colony, they were all inside with the heaters on "high."
That seems to be the end of the travelogue. Next stop will probably be Iowa again. Friends are the best places to travel.
BC and I visited not a few bars in DC. I'm not much of a drinker, and he seems to limit himself (or did because I was there), but one good thing about a big city is you don't have to drive drunk. If you're too far to walk home, there's always a taxi.
BTW, no BC is not ten-inches ... but is still quite nicely above average
There seemed to be a lot of "bois" in our area - twinks and would-be-twinks, metrosexuals - and a few girly-girls. Of course, there were the bears and their cubs, also, but BC had those on GPS tracking so we didn't have to go big game hunting. We thought about taking in a show: Swan Lake played with an all-queer male troup, or Oy Vey in a Manger, but we ran out of time.
I know it's a bad habit, but I adore going out and sniping other gays. And I should feel guilty ... but ... see above.
We commented (to each other, for crying out loud, not to the poor bois!) on clothing (so not your color, dahling), hairstyles (they wore that in London, dear ... two years ago), mannerisms (good god, does it know what gender it wants to be?) ... everything and anything. The beauty of being with your best friend/soulmate is that you don't even need to finish your sentences. Sometimes all you have to do is cut your eyes at something, and the other starts laughing, or mutters "I know, I KNOW!" and tries not to laugh. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of very hot men in DC - especially at some of the bars. But there are also a lot of posers strutting their stuff, just as there are in any city.
There are also a lot of men BC pointed out and muttered, "I slept with him once." Seems my pal is going through a midlife crisis, and is coping by adopting wholeheartedly the Bachelor Gay Lifestyle. Not that I mind ... I'm middle aged myself. I went with tattoos instead of bath houses though *wink*
Yes, bath houses are coming back into vogue, and no, I will not tell you where the ones in DC may be. I will also not tell you whether BC and I went to one, or if one or the other of us might have gone alone, or even what happened inside. Of course, you may read a smutty tale sometime and think, "That sounds like what the velyr said about those DC bath houses ..."
Speaking of velyr, I always look out for the little blighters. Spotted a few in DC, but the weather was just too fecking cold, so if there is a sizable colony, they were all inside with the heaters on "high."
That seems to be the end of the travelogue. Next stop will probably be Iowa again. Friends are the best places to travel.