Gay days in Orlando has always been one of my favorite event. Once a year Disney celebrates the GLBTQ community by advertising their parks gay. There are tons of parades, parties, and of course in my case there are men. Lots of them. Every facet of gay can find a place where they belong and for someone like me that’s important. I’m curious as to what kind of gay cliche I fit into.
Wednesday night I decided to go to Pulse with a friend. It’s the same club where I met The Cop. I walked into the club feeling the pulse of the music. It was like a thousand shots of adrenaline pumped into my veins. I felt sexy that when I leaned over the counter to the bartender I gave him a wink. He smiled and passed me a Whiskey Sour.
“Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to Gay Days Orlando! Please welcome our first star tonight Adrien Gemini!!” The announcer said. The Queen pulled herself onto the stage and began her performance of “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga. The Monster Ball Version! I’m not sure if everyone knew this fact but I did and it sent chills down my spine. Adrien Gemini is one of my favorite Drag Queens because her performances are about the artistry of music in pop culture, as well as the love for her community.
I watched in awe until there was a tap on my shoulder.
“Do you wanna get in front.” A guy said to me. I looked down and saw a 5’4 ft Latino standing in front of me. He was cute although not my usual type. I usually am interested in broader/taller men but it was Gay Days and why not open myself up to new possibilities.
“You don’t like the show?” I said.
“No, I just can’t see.” He said. I continued the conversation by asking if he was in Orlando for Gay Days. He shook his head and explained that him and his friend coincidentally decided to come to Pulse that night from Daytona. I looked over his shoulder and saw his Queen-eque friend. To me these kinds of people are the easiest to stereotype. He had his chin held high with lips pursed, standing tall like a show-dog.
“That’s cool.” I said and introduced myself. He did the same, but I’ll just call him Daytona. We continued talking casually until I whispered in his ear,”You’re very sexy.”
He shook his head and smiled. He turned around to continue watching the Drag Show while I inched closer, putting my hand up on the wall over his head. I felt in control of the situation so when he turned back around we kissed. Soft and nice. It was nice for two reasons. One because I was kissing a cute guy and the other because I felt like I had made myself feel sexy by making the first move.
We continued watching the Drag Show with my arms wrapped comfortably around his waist. When the music began and the Queens disappeared we danced. Our hips swayed close to one another until I spun him so we could kiss again. It was just as good as the first time except lasted longer. I went a step further and kissed his ear. Looking back, this action was completely out of my element but when he didn’t resist I did it again.
Eventually we spun around the dance floor and faced the stage together. Next to it was a large speaker where a blonde girl was sitting on top. She waved to Daytona and pushed herself off. I stepped back one just to give him his privacy. Maybe they knew one another. She pulled him close to dance until suddenly pulling him off the dance floor and into the crowd. What. The. Hell!!!
(To Be Continued…)