So folks are wondering about the events that transpired last night. It was quite interesting, from a scientific perspective. I've analyzed the events throughout the day and have come to this conclusion.
I'm a big flamin' homo.
Now, anyone who knows me (or reads this blog) knows that that's just a given. I've only questioned my sexuality once, back in college, for about 2 hours. It involved an argument with my mom, me tearing down all my guy posters, and throwing away my issues of The Advocate. But that was mostly out of frustration from having to lie to my mom and my familia about me, and about not being able to be myself when I went home. Quickly got over that when TWB and my roomie's girlfriend had a group therapy session with me. Good times.
Anywho, last night. TWB and I and a few of our pals went out to the B.O.C. for 80s night. Not only was it 80s night (when drinks are a $1.80) it was Cinco De Mayo! The day my people celebrate...something or another. And by my people I mean those in this country cause if you go to Mexico proper, they're like "What? It's the fifth of May. Big deal." But hey, any excuse to partake of this nation's favorite past time: getting schnockered!
After a few cosmos, I was feeling in a good mood, dancing with my pals and checking out the crowds. In the crowd was this very attractive lady, dressed all in black with short hair and a dark complexion. She looked middle eastern, or Indian, having very exotic features. We smiled a few times, since we made eye contact and she smiled first. Next thing I know, she's dancing with me. I'm like, whatever, it's a dance club, straight girls come here all the time. But as the night progressed she started dancing closer and more seductively with me. She would bounce from dancing with her friends, my friends, but always came back to me. We talked a bit throughout the night. She thought I was Indian (common mistake...really gotta go all Veronica Mars on my dad one day....) and kept saying how cute I was. Honestly, it was kind of nice getting the attention, and it's been a while since anyone showed any interest in me. It never even occurred to me to tell her I was gay. I kept eyeing all the GAY boys around us, dancing with my GAY friends, and I was in a GAY club. I figured it spoke for itself.
Not so much. I got that impression when she kissed me. It was a surprise attack so my Dodge DV was unapplicable and I didn't have the essence to activate a proper parry charm. She grabbed my face and brought me up for a kiss. Suffice it to say, I was a bit surprised.
But...I went with it.
It was quick, she winked at me, I smiled...and then promptly started dancing with my friends again.
This happened a few more times throughout the night.
Finally, when we were all getting kicked out, we went outside and chatted a bit. I was like "You do know I'm gay, right?" She smiled and said "You're too cute to be gay!" and then leaned in to kiss me. I was starting to sober up at this point and maneuvered my way to my pals and looked at them. "Tell her how gay I am, TWB!"
And this is why I need to perform dark, unholy rituals on him.
"Gay? What're you talking about? You're a masculine, conservative latino male! How can you be gay?" And the laughing commences.
*glare*
Luckily my other pals were like "Oh honey, if you were any gayer, you'd be poopin' rainbows."
Yay for backup!
She smiled and slinked over to me. "Oh well. I still want to kiss you again." And she went for it. And I took it like a man.
So that must've been quite the sight. Me standing there, in front of The Bar, making out with a hot girl. Go fig. After a few moments, my friends grabbed me by the hand and yanked me away. They looked at me and were like "You best not be turning straight on us!"
The entire time I was making out with her, I realized two things. 1) Making out with someone is fun! This is kind of a given. It's just that it'd been a while since I've made out with someone, so I was like "Why not?" and had fun with it. 2) I was not aroused in any way, shape or form. That thought slammed into my head while the making out was occurring. I was not turned on, nor was I confused about why I wasn't turned on. I was vividly aware of how NOT turned on I was, and yet, it was fun locking lips. Go fig.
So all in all, it was a fun night. Making out with a girl was interesting, to say the least. I look at it as an experimentation in exploring "The Other." I realize that sexuality can be fluid, that not everyone fits into these neat little boxes where you can just check it off. I've met plenty of folks who bounce from one sex to the other, or gender even, but for me, the little latino boy from L.A....I can honestly say I am 100% gay. I have total and complete access to the powers of fagitude, gay auspex, and gaydar. I never doubted this, but it was kind of interesting to have it proven once and for all.
But yeah, making out is fun.

I love to go to bars. I love to go to clubs. I go to more bars than clubs, but as long as they mix good drinks, play good music, and have a dance floor, I'm good to go. I usually only go with me friends. We have the same taste in music and atmospheres, so we usually end up having a good time, baring any drama that may ensue.
Last night I went to West Hollywood and hung out at the bar I usually go to, Mickey's. I don't want to say good times were had, but you can't beat buy one drink, get another for a buck night. They had some good music, the bartenders were hot, and random go-go boys were dancing all over. It's funny that in West Hollywood there's go-go boys, but in San Fran, the gay mecca, there's nothing. Ah well. The people seemed very L.A. Not sure how to describe it, but I did feel out of place. But I felt okay being there since I wasn't there to impress anyone, or meet anyone, considering I live 400 miles away. I just wanted to be by myself, away from the fam, for a while in an element that I felt at home in. And what's more homey than a gay bar.
I can think about a dozen places, but they were all closed, so whatever.
I wandered around WeHo for a bit, checking out the other bars. A few seemed to frou frou for my tastes, and the only other one that caught my eye had an 8 dollar cover charge. Considering it was almost midnight I diddn't feel like shelling out that much for two hours. So I wandered back into Mickey's, did some people watching, and drank my 2nd Midori Sour. They taste way better when they're only a buck.
Tonight. my cousins want me to take them to a club/bar. I said sure. It should be fun, seeing as how I don't usually go to to many places around here. Though, we may have to go to an 18 and over club, due to the fact that one of my cousins and one of my cousin's boyfriend are under 21. I'm like, grrr argh. I remember my last experience at an 18 and over club. I felt old. I wasn't the oldest guy there (there were surprisngly many 30+ year olds, which was kinda creepy) but still. Ah well, again with the I'm just going out to go out. I'm letting my cousin do the planning. I'm just the DD. I don't want to be behind the wheel when my cousins are driving. I'm sure they're great drivers, but whatever.
So far being at home has been great. Good food, no major drama (outside of the drama that's happening between the sisters) and I've managed to see most of my friends. I haven't seen two of them, and that saddens me, but I left them messages. I'm assuming they're too busy, though being too busy for over a week and a half and not have time to do lunch makes me wonder. *shrugs* Ah well. I haven't gotten as much done as I would've liked, projects wise. Though, honestly, during this time off I just want to kick back and relax, be it by reading comics, watching the ol' boob tube, or sleeping. It's my vacation, and when I'm not running errands for the fam, I want to just chill. And since I have no second job for a while, I can catch up on my personal projects after work. We'll see.
I was in Borders the other day. i wandered around and saw a few things that I wanted. I was about to reach for them when I remembered that I no longer have my discount. That saddened me. Paying full price for anything there just seems....wrong. I'm staying away for at least a month. After that, we'll see.