Weekend Gossip Round-Up & The Big Gay Out
Seymour Butz Sauna Sessions at Urge were the place to be on Saturday night. Dirty hard great hip-thrusting dance music. The random DNA count on the floor and all around the place probably went up quite a bit. And a certain real-estate agent was seen early in the morning wandering along K Rd in nothing more than a towel (and I know he had nothing on underneath, trust me I know).
So what do you think of silky boxers with cartoon characters on them? I mean, are they a fashion statement, or a cry for help? Or does it just show a really rejection of the tyranny of fashion? Or that your mother still buys your clothes even though your 30? Because a certain gay Auckland journalist wears them, I know, I saw, at Urge ;-)
On Sunday, in spite of rain in the morning thousands of Auckland homosexuals descended on quiet suburban Coyle park on Sunday, to celebrate, um... well, to celebrate anyhow. Bears were bearish, hairy and sweaty and beery. Twinks twinkled, Dykes dyked, Queers queered and drags, well, dragged. I mean looked fabulous.
Hangovers from Urge and Family seemed to be a prominent part of the conversation.
Richard No-Mates stood around the GABA tent looking lonely for a little while then disappeared back to his empire. His minions skulked in and out as well.
A Sydney DJ on being introduced to the Prime Minister: "Hello, I'm Helen" "Hi, I'm Johnny... and what do you do...?"
A purveyor of illicit substances was seen chatting in a friendly way to Police, making one wonder just what sort of customers said purveyor has.
And a certain someone with a reasonably big bearish profile had to be held back from pulling out the special cookies as the PM's cavalcade and Police escort hadn't quite left the area...
The Leader of the Opposition hogged the GABA tent so the PM and party couldn't get in - tch tch tch. They can't be seen together it seems.
Apart from one broken leg, it seems it all passed off without incident.
Hot, humid, sticky - and I only saw 3 or 4 guys I can be sure I've slept with. But I got a few new numbers so hey, it was a good day, right?
So what do you think of silky boxers with cartoon characters on them? I mean, are they a fashion statement, or a cry for help? Or does it just show a really rejection of the tyranny of fashion? Or that your mother still buys your clothes even though your 30? Because a certain gay Auckland journalist wears them, I know, I saw, at Urge ;-)
On Sunday, in spite of rain in the morning thousands of Auckland homosexuals descended on quiet suburban Coyle park on Sunday, to celebrate, um... well, to celebrate anyhow. Bears were bearish, hairy and sweaty and beery. Twinks twinkled, Dykes dyked, Queers queered and drags, well, dragged. I mean looked fabulous.
Hangovers from Urge and Family seemed to be a prominent part of the conversation.
Richard No-Mates stood around the GABA tent looking lonely for a little while then disappeared back to his empire. His minions skulked in and out as well.
A Sydney DJ on being introduced to the Prime Minister: "Hello, I'm Helen" "Hi, I'm Johnny... and what do you do...?"
A purveyor of illicit substances was seen chatting in a friendly way to Police, making one wonder just what sort of customers said purveyor has.
And a certain someone with a reasonably big bearish profile had to be held back from pulling out the special cookies as the PM's cavalcade and Police escort hadn't quite left the area...
The Leader of the Opposition hogged the GABA tent so the PM and party couldn't get in - tch tch tch. They can't be seen together it seems.
Apart from one broken leg, it seems it all passed off without incident.
Hot, humid, sticky - and I only saw 3 or 4 guys I can be sure I've slept with. But I got a few new numbers so hey, it was a good day, right?
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