Monday June 28, 2010
I missed both of my classes when I woke up at 1 pm. Oops. I really don’t know how Spaniards can flip back and forth from their weekday and weekend schedule so easily.
So I spent the afternoon exploring Chueca, the gay neighborhood, with Alex who was hunting for a Chueca history book in the countless sex-bookstore combos in that area. As we were exploring, we saw a full vintage beetle packed full of stuff with two beautiful gay guys in the front seat. When one of the back side-door opened, an equally gorgeous Cali-styled gay boy and a girl came spilling out.
Alex commented, “Oh my god, it’s a gay caravan: my dream come true.”
I said, “Haha, that sounds like a porn.”
“Yeah, I think I’ve seen it.”
After, I accompanied Alex to check out the rebajas on Gran Villa. Why do I end up in this fag hag role so easily? I guess I just love my gay men..
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