Some of the dearest people to me are gay and I can tell you that they're the most fun, honest and entertaining people you'd every meet in your life. The homophobes are definitely missing out on such colorful and fun friendships!
I went to a lesbian club the other night with two of my gay friends - a guy and a girl who's visiting from abroad. While I'm no stranger to gay districts like Castro, where I actually went into a barbershop for lesbians and was highly educated and entertained by their very selective reading of lesbian porn, and have enjoyed a bunch of Singapore gay clubs where I indulged in unlimited amounts of cherries for my cosmopolitan, being inside a lesbian club was still a bit of a culture shock.
My friends told me that a woman entering a lesbian club is always assumed to be gay. And true enough, four beautiful girls started offering us free "chupitos" (Spanish shots). The worried look of a heterosexual misfit amused one of the girls and she tried to calm me down by saying, "don't worry, I'm not hitting on you. My girlfriend's here." Then they started making out. #loveawkwardmoments
We stepped outside to get some fresh air. A girl came up to us asking for a light. She hung out for a while insisting we join her and her friends at the other club. If you're straight, there's no chance in hell that you would recognize this as a pick-up line. I used to be proud of my gaydar but this place just shot down whatever neural homo sensor I had.
I went home convinced I still want those beer-guzzling, testosterone-pumped creatures called men.
