tales of thursday and Friday

After a long day today and yesterday, I guess it is just right to pen this down.

Friday I spent the morning cleanin up the apartment with my mates. Then I had a long day with KJ. We took a stroll along Ponsonby Road, looking for the Dorothy’s Sisters, the restaurant. Then we went back for KFC and some cuddling before he went back around 9.30pm.

Thursday was supposed to be interesting. Well despite not being able to have some fun with Greg after the pool swim (his brother decided to crash at his place at last minute so he did not have a place for our fun, his partner was away at Sydney). We had a dinner at Wagamama though. It is cool that I get to know a bit more about him, but it just made me feel worse after he sent me home. I realized that he is the guy I wanted to be with. The fact that he is not available pains me so bad that I almost burst into tears. Now I know how it feels like to love someone and not being loved back. It could be my selfish wanting but it sucks really when you want something you can’t have. As I came back around 8, I spent almost one and a half hour nursing the pain before I decided that enough is enough. I smarten myself up, changed into my party clothes and walked my way to K’Rd for my debut in a gay club.

I went to Family, and the Wigarama was being held there. Drag Queens from around North Island were there to perform and raise funds for the New Zealand AIDS Foundation. Walking to the place I felt a strange feeling of peace. It is great to go into places where everybody around you is just like you. It is the sense of belonging, to gays haha. The boys are beautiful but of course being an Asian boy you are invisible. Maybe the going-ons last night was not conducive for cruising. But maybe I am not hot enough.

The shows was great, the Girls performed very well, cool dance moves and also cool tunes. The boys got high whenever a gay anthem was performed (like I Will Survive, obviously). I myself enjoyed the Madonna medley and a girl impersonating Christina Aguilera for Candyman. The music in between shows were good too. They had Feedback, Gimme More and Piece of Me. Only songs in gay bars will suit a gay man’s ears. They closed at twelve but I was too tired to continue dancing at Supermarket downstairs. The songs are not nice and I had a long swim before coming. After three glasses of beer all I want is a bed.

I think the drag queens are so cool. They dressed very well and are able to flaunt their femininity. I sometimes wished I could be like them too. But if I want to sing I will sing ‘Wow’ by Kylie and ‘Snow on the Sahara’ by Anggun haha.

Being alone in gay bar sucks. I saw a few couples in Family, hugging, kissing and dancing together. How I hope KJ was with me, or probably Greg deep down in my heart. But I realize I still have a long life ahead of me. With God’s grace I might be able to come back to NZ again. Greg said that it was possible. No idea. Will pray hard for it. But then I wonder will I ever find someone like Greg to love. Gay life is full of pain. To all the sisters out there I know how you feel. Pray that we’ll find someone to love and someone to love us.

Cheers mate.