On this trip, I've noticed that married friends hosting me, who are in partnerships of varying fidelity, never set me up with their single (or married) acquaintances at home or abroad, Real dates or sex dates. Why not? That seems like the best way to kick off a hookup, probably with better chance of it leading to something. I think it's because Married people are distracted by and waste so much time trying to maintain common and individual identities. Then again the singles have to work twice as hard to pay for lives with lower economies of scale.
I already wrote about my unorthodox date in Cape Town. I did nothing else after that until America, date-wise or gay wise except visiting a gay club in Athens- because I was curious, not for a date. In Miami, I enjoyed my time with joe too much to trade it for a trick, though it's a good place for it. And in Miami, I was focusing on gym and swim after Europe had made my body saggy.
On my third day in SF, Sunday, old buddy Chris Romano kindly took me to the aids memorial grove in golden gate park for two reasons: to see aids-deceased husband Skip's engraved name; to see the monthly flaggers celebration in the Grove. Chris confirmed my theory that married gays make no effort to matchmake for their single friends.
For those of you without a fat hairy belly, flagging is a strange modern club dance style in which the dancer gets into his own groove by spinning two brightly colored cloths around his head to club music. I've never flagged, though I was accused Sunday while shaking the grass from my Egyptian wool blanket. Jamie j was spinning the same tunes as when this phenomenon was born on 1992 when a gay clubber in South of market saw one of the thousands of sf brain-fried homeless people trying to clear the flies from her brain.
David Kaye had an on and off fag-hag friend Marilyn during the 90's. Marilyn appeared in the glare of the rare brilliant warm summer sunshine, stopping and staring at me. Marilyn?! She had two drab blue flags. Marilyn and I had a hard to hear catch up, and she told me she met a guy who looked like me. Sure enough, she brought a smooth slightly froggy-looking boy over to me who invited me to join his friends In their corner. Not interested, I was listening to jamie and getting sun. As I watched Marilyn spin her flags, I realized she is an old school mensch; she attempted to set me up though with her limited grasp of male attractions! Good on her. I have to pay more attention. Maybe I miss some matchmaking.
I've told my friends, family and care team that developing my dormant sexuality is part of my cognitive therapy on this trip. I did 24 hours in Capetown and scheduled 24 hours in San Francisco. The rest of the time, I want to be totally present for my friends and family. This year was on paka's watch and thanks for his putting up with my non-partnered gay behavior.
In my 24 hours, I met some great guys, half of them had performance issues. I also met a couple of despicable absolute wankers in South of market- always good to see the downside- and a total stud from the ghetto who robbed me, but slyly put it all back when I put the magic Buddhist MBA spell on him. Then it was over, and we were off to the mountains.
(I have pics but not for gawking by the public)
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