Suspension of Disbelief

Traumatized

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In a city that makes up 60% of its population who are gays, and the rest – hmmm… I can’t help but wonder just how much of the city composes the gay beat that goes on and on and on?

 

It was Halloween night, Anton and I have nowhere to go. Anton is not in the mood to go to Malate to bar hop or to dance in our usual clubs, and so we decided to explore the stretch of Timog Avenue in Quezon City. It was an impulse decision, we never ever thought that we’ll be caught dead in Timog walking and looking for a bar or a club to go in.

 

We didn’t have a choice, it was getting really late and we really have to decide where we want to go. Decades Bar.

 

As we walk in the entrance, we were feeling really nervous of what’s going to happen as the night-morning progresses. This was our first time to step in a straight club and actually considered to enter. It was a little contemptible at first, there were many bouncers in the front and they have this velvet rope in the middle of the entrance.

 

They charged us PHP 90 for the entrance and a free beer. We walked inside, it was huge, and there were a lot of tables lined up all over the place. There is a wide variety of people sitting, mingling and dancing with each other, the only crowd and the most important crowd that is missing in the whole club – are gays.

 

Anton and I went farther in the club, in their “dance floor”, to see a group of women dancing to each other with their skimpy outfits. It could have been a sight to behold if only most of the women in the club are hot and sexy, pun intended, but only a few were qualified to be in that category.

 

Halfway through our beer, we saw this small group of gays in the corner of the club. They were dancing and having fun. We went closer to them and just stood near them and continued to “people watch”. We were shocked while witnessing the most disturbing act we saw that night. The only gay group we saw in the club were dancing, fabulously, but in a “straight” way, doing a hip-hop dance, or however they want to call it.

 

We were stunned in a bad way to what were witnessing. I leaned over to Anton and asked him, “When did this happen?”, he just looked at me and laughed hysterically.

 

Is the universe giving a sign to all gays who have been “out there” for a long time that this is the next level they have to take, to invade the straight scene and diversify the place, and make it a club with an equal mixture of straight and gay people? Even if most of the attempts will completely fail, that gays will just have to find a way to fit in to something that is a size smaller to them, or in this case, a size bigger to them?

 

There’s a simple equation for gays to be qualified to enter a world they have never experienced since grade school and half of their high school years; just trade in your muscle shirts to one size bigger, your skinny jeans to straight cut pants, your favourite Chuck’s or your pointy shoes to any Adidas sneakers, and a little less powder and concealer on your cheeks and your in. And oh, you have to watch more Beyonce and Rihanna collaboration videos and learn the dance. It’s up to you whether you want to copy Beyonce’s or Rihanna’s moves or their collaboration’s both will qualify and receive good reviews on a “straight” dance floor.

 

Then Alicia Key’s No One Remix played in the background, Anton and I went in the middle of the middle of the dance floor, we dance like usual, and before we get into the chorus of the song just right after being bumped by a guy and a woman dry humping each other while dancing, we have to stop dancing and look around the place, its so array the way reacted, they don’t want to see two gays dancing close to each other in the middle of their dance floor.

 

And so we just stood in the middle to witness what the people in the bar are doing. The one’s who are just sitting, women and men alike, were just checking the people who were dancing, and the one’s in the bar area were just standing hitting someone who ‘s walking in front of them. But what really is disturbing, are the people dancing. They were touching each other in a deranged way. Anton and I were really shocked.

 

We left the club early. We swore to ourselves that we would never go back in the place again or enter any straight bars, unless we want to feel good about ourselves and laugh while people watching, we will.

 

I, on the other hand, went home with a big smile on my face, thinking, I’m glad I’m gay, I have good fashion sense. But really, Halloween of 2008 will be my most memorable Halloween ever, I was traumatized!    

 

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Written by Patrick King Pascual

November 1, 2008 at 12:43 pm

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