domingo, 2 de octubre de 2011

Dorian Gray and other such aventuras

Gay clubs are gay, but totally in the way that gay used to mean, but also that they are for homosexuals. And bisexuals. And heterosexuals.. so basically they're for everyone, and you're gonna have an effin good time. Or a gay time. Same thing.
I've been to two other gay boliches (clubs) before last night (well its morning times now so I guess Saturday night is what I mean, but that was also this morning? whatever): Zen and Gloss. Zen is super duper! I met 5 straight guys there, so ladies be careful, they know your game of going to gay bars to let your guard down...they will be looking for you....creepy.. But it has pretty sweet music, not a whole lot different from your average boliche, but waaaay more dance floor and more electronic music...and random shows, with travestis of course..
Gloss is a bit smaller and farther away, I don't really remember where because I went with friends and they drove and I don't pay attention to where I am when someone else is driving but that's not relevant sorry.  Gloss has far more travestis and is therefore...more fun...because you go into the women's bathroom and some awesome travesti is in there reapplying eyeliner and lookin supa fly.  The music is the same as in any boliche, Zen has better music.
Anyway, back to Dorian Gray.  On Saturdays they have theme "parties" where a bunch of actors dress up and make you uncomfortable if you're not drunk yet. Santa Kitsch is the name of the series of fiestas, and the one I went to was a Paris theme. Make sure you bring ID though, no one told me about that and I've gotten used to Nueva Cordoba where no one really asks for any.  So once you convince the bouncer that you're almost 22, in English, you walk into a room with a bunch of hearts and decorations and actors, one of which is a killer travesti (I don't know why, but I always love the ones that still sort of look manly in the face, it's just classier to me, like they don't care if you know they're not biologically women) and at this even she was pulling people aside to dress them up in random swathes of fabric and stand them on a pedestal, like a mini photoshoot.  I got pulled aside and was super excited (if a travesti thinks you're cool, you're fucking cool). She draped me in a sparkly black fabric and secured it with a big-ass white ribbon and then posed with me. Super way to start the party.  There was also a girl on a swing with fake peacock eyelashes...on a swing...and other girls dressed like French sluts or whatever. I'm not sure if any of them actually knew French, but they were saying "Bon soir" instead of "buenas noches" and stuff like that. So probably they didn't know any. But it was cool..
The music was EPIC! Electronica with beats you couldn't even imagine. Of course they played one or two "boliche" songs, but who cares.  It was so packed you could barely dance, and I was getting so distracted checking everyone out that it didn't matter anyway.  Gay guys are fly, everyone already knows that, but to be surrounded by them is pretty awesome.  Finally the room with the actors was converted into a second dance floor, with a different DJ and everything, so if you happened to get bored with awesome music, you could go over and listen to OTHER awesome music. Killer. They did, however, start playing a shit ton of cumbia later on in the night, but this included a cumbia remix of "Oops I Did It Again" so I can't complain too much.  There was also plenty of area to sit if you got tired of dancing/were totally wasted.  I went home with a giant heart painted on my face and a stolen glittery cardboard heart that I stole off the wall. It was good times.
I still want to do a tour of all the gay boliches in Cordoba, but it can be hard to find people to go with sometimes.
PS: sorry about not using accents, I'm on Windows and don't know how they work haha...should get on that...

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