i’m engleesh, innit?

being ~`old’~ is when a majority of your music tastes are from more than a few years ago. being ~`old’~ is tuning into mtvvh1tfmmuchthebox and complaining about the crap kids listen to. being ~`old’~ is not knowing what genre, much less what bands are popular.

i went to see madonna in concert last night, and i didn’t enjoy it. i felt like she was just going through the motions of astonishing superstar singer diva, and i was going through the motions of adoring worshipping gay fan. i like her old stuff and her new stuff, and i’ve been to so so so many concerts in my time, and almost always come away ecstatic. not this time though… does this make me old? or perhaps i’m just young through-and-through?

let’s examine my likes and dislikes, shall we?

of course it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and experience, and of course it was a good show, but i was expecting… less? i was expecting less of a production, more rock-and-roll.

oh well, i’m glad that i saw her now, still relatively at her peak, rather than in 2021 when she’s touring with kylie [big thighs], beyoncé [gigantic old booty], janet [sagging breasts] and j-lo [osteoporosis] and a very saggy missy. see ya there!

no, south central

i’ve been frequenting south central, the little gay bar/club down the road. vauxhall’s renowned for its dodgy, sleazy, cruisy, drug-infested clubs, and this little gem doesn’t disappoint.

1st visit—we meet the owner mark, free sambuca. and again. and again. greg fancies a german. eric fancies a german. .darian wants to recruit for porn fancies a german. eric gets a german’s phone number.

2nd visit—we boogie all day at horse meat disco. eric meets up with a german. hours later, eric goes back to boogie all night. eric meets 3 boys named colin. free drinks.

3rd visit—.gregiño is now a bartender. eric stops by after work ~`for one’~, starts chatting up hare krishna looking twinky bartender sam. free drinks. sam takes shirt off. eric salivates and goes home, realizing there’s little separating him from the 70yo freaks sat at the bar.

4th visit—eric drags more friends to bar, again .gregiño is bartending. free drinks. a german is there, tearing off my clothes and licking the back of my hair. boys poke fun, all run off to .heaven, then sneak into .beyond. sam takes shirt off, shares lollipop with eric. no sign of a german.

ducks in a row

it was a date, sure, but it was one of those adult scene queen dates, where you talk about all of the clubs you go to, and make thinly-veiled references to the anonymous sex you have [had]. so, not quite fairytale romance, but a modern-day big-city homosexual equivalent thereof.

i’d met sam a good four months ago in brighton. we spent an absolutely wonderful time together, and i had the unique opportunity to spend easter morning with him in his lovely house as he got ready for family fun. not to generalize, and not to kiss-and-tell [:roll:], but he was a very welcome change to the tawdry younguns i usually stumble over fall for.

so, yeah, after months of excuses [i lost your phone number, i had to go to poland, etc], we finally met up again. i dragged him to the 2 or 3 bars within zone one where i could be reasonably certain to not run into any exes, and then we agreed to have a quick bite.

sat outside on old compton street, we had delicious conversations and very very subtle flirtation going on… the type of dinner date where you just know that the other tables are eavesdropping. we’re similar in so many ways [which is probably a bad thing] but mostly i just felt very comfortable and at ease catching up with sam.

we finished our meal, i popped to the loo, leaving my credit card for the waiter. i returned to the table, the waiter brought the till receipt, i signed it and off we went. little did i realize that cheeky sam swapped cards, and i actually signed my john hancock on his receipt. cute.

dunno what to do next, really. he’s down in brighton, making big life decisions, and i’m up in london, struggling through my own indecisions. maybe there’s no need to think, there’s no need to label. maybe we’ll just see what happens?

i can’t cook, but i really do love having dinner parties. .greg and i cooked up a mexican feast… nachos with 2 cheeses, jalepeños, guacamole, salsa… refried beans served with spicy spanish rice, and nice tortillas stuffed with juicy chicken fajitas. it was messy, it was spicy, it was intimate.

stuart was the first guest of honor… i hadn’t seen my punk rawk boy much since his return from being in australia for a year. i’m glad that he’s slowly creeping back into my life, as he’s very level-headed and provides a good balance to my other mates. we got him quite tipsy on wine, and talked for hours about gravy train!!!, which definitely makes us their two biggest fans in the world. atif, .greg and stuart had fun recalling our debauchery from our trip to sydney in march.

suha was our second guest of honor… one of .greg’s best friends, she has to be one of the most hauntingly beautiful women i’ve ever met. she’s, umm, the princess of bahrain [no, really] and through many complications she doesn’t get let out of her palace very much [no, really] so it was a rare treat to hang out with her. she brought us a shisha [hookah/water pipe] which we put to good use. i can’t smoke [cigarettes, pot] to save my life—i always cough and sputter like a little girl [do little girls smoke?], but i was toking on the shisha all night. she had this delicious chocolatey cappucino-flavored tobacco. she also freaked each of us out individually by doing tarot readings.

i do belive in fortune telling and even horoscopes, but i always internalize the predictions. i can’t wait to see her predictions unfold, but i’m partially scared by some of the off-the-wall things she mentioned, particularly the bits involving… women.

woke up the next morning to find about 100 melted votive candles all over the flat, shisha ash fluttering around the lounge, about 100 dirty plates scattered around the kitchen and the table, 9 empty wine bottles in the bin, and an atif crashed out on a sofa. gotta do this more often ;)