First gay party

Yesterday I experienced my first real gay party. I was kind of excited. Not only because I was going to meet a lot of new people, but also because I expected it to be quite a liberation compared to a regular "straight" party.
Things started of with a pre-party at a friend's place. The people I met are all awesome. The group consisted of a mere twelve or so people, and due to the fact that they already knew each other I was a bit quieter than I normally am. Anyways, after some drinks we left for my big entree in the gay scene.

My first impressions didn't quite exactly live up to the expectations I cherished. I expected a room full of guys, some hot, some not. All dancing of course, since nobody would care if their dancing moves were feminine. People had warned me that the party wasn't going to be good, so I had to be drunk on arrival. But I wasn't. And chances are high that I never will be completely wasted.
What a letdown. Upon arrival, the music was bad. From that point on, the musical taste plummeted and hit rock bottom during half an hour of ballad songs, on which is was impossible to dance. Consequently, the room (which wasn't crowded at all) was mainly static, with people just standing about. Around 2 AM most of the party people started to leave, so a lot of smoke was blown into the room to cover up the fact that the room was half empty. Feeble attempt.
As if this was not enough, I happened to be part of a group that mainly consisted of couples. Don't get me wrong: I totally think love is a great thing, and I'm very happy for these awesome people to have boyfriends, but when your single, and you don't have any other friends to talk to when the rest is snogging, things can get quite awkward.
To top this all of, there were virtually no hot guys present. And I'm not even going to start talking about all the old men standing by the side checking out every twenty-something ass that passed by.

Someone please defrost the party meter! This might just have been the worst party I ever attended. This poor excuse for a party seemed like a meeting that guys attended to kiss with each other without having to be frowned upon. There's just one silver lining: the next time I go, it's bound to better than yesterday. I'm very happy about that.

Peace out!

The urban safari

It's been so long! I hereby officially apologize for being absent too long! I'm sorry you had to miss me!

Last Friday, I took the plane and visited B. in Madrid. It was my first time flying alone, but everything went pretty smoothly, I expected the airport to be more complicated. Madrid is cool, lot's of things to see there, the food is cheap but great, and Spanish people should definitely learn how to speak English without a horrible accent. So far for the boring stuff. Let's skip to the interesting business: guys.
Madrid is perhaps the gayest city I have ever visited. Homosexuality is pretty visible, even outside Chueca. To be honest, Spanish guys own Belgian guys when concerning looks. It's a personal opinion, I know, but seriously: there was eye candy EVERYWHERE.
We thought it would have been a waste not to capture this beauty, so we invented a new variation on the well known African safari. Just replace the savanna with the city, and try to spot hot guys instead of wildlife. The urban safari is born! Locating the hottie is pretty easy, but the hard part lies in the discrete handling of the camera, so nobody notices what you are doing. I present you a quick round-up of our (soon to be patented) urban safari.

This guy we encountered in Chueca, and was also one of the first captures of the day. He crossed our path two times. The first time I discovered myself to be a headturner, the second time I could not stop staring at him, so I decided to quickly take a shot. If I had seen him for a third time, I would have jumped him. The fact that he was taller than me kinda did the trick. Not sure if this specimen was gay. He was walking around in Chueca, so that's a step in the right direction.

God. I can't stop watching at this photo.
If this is you, contact me. This is not a question.

This guy is B.'s finest shot. I never actually saw the guy in real life, I discovered him on the memory of my Panasonic Lumix. Apparently, this hottie was present in the Mercado de San Miguel. Since I never saw him in real life, I cannot tell if he is gay or not, but looking at the picture I'm guessing that he is straight. But who cares, really.

Ironically, this one we DID spot in a jungle. The train station of Madrid is basically a greenhouse where trains pass by. There's even a pond with turtles in it. Through the banana- and palmtrees we spotted this George of the jungle. The backpack looks a little wrong, but at least he's literate. Phew.





The subway is the ideal place to take a picture without having to be discrete. It's not like the guy on the other side of the rails is going to come and bash you. I was actually a bit disappointed that the picture was a bit blurry. I tried to take a second picture, but the sad lady with the red jacket obstructed the view only seconds after I took this picture. Thank you very much for that, Spanish woman. Oh well, he even looks fine in a blurry picture.