I have returned from my trip into the Gay World. Well not actually the 'Gay World' more like a little village, the Montreal gay village to be exact. I have to say I really enjoyed it, not so much for what there was to see and do, but for the fact that it is a street that is for the gay community. The shops are either about gay products or gay friendly, the flags and stickers are displayed to welcome gay clients into the stores. It was even a little heart warming to see the coffee shop chains with the pride colors in the windows. Most of the people around were gay or lesbian couples and it was like returning to a familiar place, even though I had never been there before. I know a lot of straight people don't often understand why we need places like that, but they can never know what it is like to live in a world where everything is geared to go against the grain of our sexuality. Dave and I even stayed in a gay B&B, we immersed ourselves in gay culture and it felt so right.
It was awesome to be traveling together, I have never had someone that I could share these experiences with before. Being in the gay village there was also no awkward moments of who we were to each other, everyone got it right away. Dave is a little brat in that he likes to make me feel a bit uncomfortable at times, just for a joke. When we first started dating, we began this little ritual where we always kiss before we eat. He kept daring me to kiss him in the restaurants before we ate, I surprised him by doing it, I hoped by giving in he would grow tired of teasing me that way but it only made him worse. It almost caused a bit of a red face for me when he was trying to get me to kiss him behind a stained glass door of an old church we were touring through, later we discovered that not only was it not hidden away, but that actually dozens of devout Easter church goers were looking out through the windows of that door. That was a close call, I just had visions of being chased by people with crosses and holy water.
Sex shops, they really are a lot of fun to shop in and now extra fun because I had Dave with me. I think the best part is when there are other customers in there and they are completely serious in their discussions of which harness or rubber suit is the best. The 'dildo wall', I always think "ouch" when I look at that! Really, some of them are so big that I think the guy must be getting ready to park a small car in there to save garage space. Dave would not let me buy a whip, and what is worse, it was on sale! I mean where else are you going to find a good whip at 40% off! To be honest I could not tell what most things would get used for, I became a little frightened. I wanted a funny T-shirt but actually I could not find a funny one, most were just vulgar. We ended up not actually buying anything. We also looked in gay DVD shops, they were mostly just porn which is sad really, they are missing a chance to sell gay movies which can be so hard to get some times. Our B&B was right off 'The Village', so we took a break and came back to rest. The room was nice and warm, being in a gay friendly environment and with most of the guests out, caused me to become suddenly really... well raunchy, much to Dave's shock and delight, so we had a bit of fun at noon to help the day along, there was that excitement of being in a strange place.
The food was pretty good, even just going to a sandwich shop, you were given a bit extra attention to taste. The dance clubs were slow and empty as most are early in the night. I looked at Dave and smiled, he knew what I wanted to do. I have never been to a strip club in my life. My friends always have tried to get me to go but of course they were straight clubs, I just have zero interest in watching women strip. I am not into that sort of thing, I know it is using people and not adding to my growth as a person but it is just an experience that I wanted to try. I tried it, I liked it so much that we tried two other different places! To be honest, since I never played on any sports teams or have any brothers, I have not seen many guys naked in real life. We sat right up close to the stage, I wanted to, my bad. The first guy out was dressed as a cowboy, now he did not have a horse between his legs but he certainly looked like he had part of the horse between his legs! The next guy out was a total cute hottie, I am sure he is straight and I remember thinking, 'wow I am about to get to see this guy naked'. He was hung, no let me rephrase that, he was huuung, I did not think they could get that big. He had the total package, handsome looks, cute body and good dance moves. One guy came so close, that I whispered to Dave to cover our drinks as not to get any hair in them. The only thing I did not like, was I did not know the strippers come out and constantly try to get you to buy a private dance with them, it became a bit annoying at times, some were polite about it, some were pushy. Things were going fine until one guy reached down and began to caress Dave's hair and face, I instantly thought of using my beer bottle as an instrument for amputation, meow-rrrreeeeow! We stayed there and drooled... um I mean watched for a while, then we when to get dinner.
After Dave asked me if I wanted to try one of the dance clubs, it was only ten so they were still pretty much empty, he asked if I wanted to try another strip club, I was shocked, I could not believe he asked me that, well of course I wanted to try another strip club! The next one we went to was not as good as the first, the guys were really young or young looking so I kept thinking I wanted to give them bath robes. A few older looking guys came on and after they danced we left. We wandered around for a while, I wanted to grab something sweet to eat but I also needed to use a washroom so bad I thought I would explode. I had become pee-shy in all the strip clubs so of course I was not able to go. Dave and I laugh about this all the time, because he is the same way. We stopped into a Mc's to use their washroom, (it is the only thing I will ever do there, I never eat there) we were reminded that we are in a gay village by the people waiting to get served. A lot were in leather but the one that made us both smile was the old man dressed totally in a shiny, skin tight, rubber suit. It was cute to see that he was completely comfortable with himself and that no one really noticed him.
We tried to get into the dance club but by now there was a line up down the street (where did all these people come from) and we could see it was now full. I was a little ticked that you could tell there were a lot of straight couples waiting to get in as well, I know it is nice that they support the gay dance clubs but they have so many of their own clubs where gay people do not feel welcomed. Dave asked if I wanted to wait over half an hour in the freezing wind or try another strip club. I did not really want to try another strip club with hot naked guys dancing but I thought it would not be fair to those guys if I did not give them a chance and go to their club as well. Reluctantly I decided to go see more cute naked men. This third place had good looking guys more like the first place, we stayed for an hour or so and then left. There was still a line at the dance club so we decided to head back and pack it in for the night, it was so cold out and we were tired. Turning in for the night, I said to Dave, "this proves we are getting old" both in bed by one AM and going to sleep instead of rocking the bed posts.
The next day we had a nice time talking with the other guests at the B&B, later we did some sightseeing around the city and by noon we decided to head home. When we returned to Dave's house I was suppose to then go to my parent's place, but I just could not bring myself to leave him after our weekend together. He was also asking me to stay one more day and so I did. As respectful as I can be towards Dave, being so close and connected all weekend with him, we lay down, which then turned into a very fulfilling and intimate sexual experience throughout the afternoon. I feel as we take these steps, there are more ties that bond us, connect us, bring us closer together. The thing that makes me feel satisfied about this past weekend, is my best memories are not what we saw or did, it is all the little things that Dave and I shared, those are the memories that keep playing back over and over in my mind as I think of our trip. Okay, actually I wouldn't mind going to see the strippers again... oh I'm just kidding people... well sort of! ;)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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Good to hear that you had such a good weekend! I wish you many more of those. / I know what you mean when you say you felt at home in the gay village. I got the same. Unfortunately I got only one little street in my town (I do live around the corner of it :) ) that does not give me that good feeling. But that s what I love about my trips to Paris, London, Madrid and such: the nice gay villages that cities have / I disagree wit you on the straight couples visiting gay clubs, in most cases I think thats a very good thing!
Steve, sorry I did not mean that I don't want them there, just that if gay people can't get in to dance, we don't have many choices while straight people have a world of choices open to them. I do think it is a good thing also if they want to come because it shows they are accepting, I know a lot of straight people who say the gay clubs are a lot more fun, and woman say they can enjoy themselves without guys hitting on them all night for sex, so I understand.
Congratulations on a great trip... i am happy to hear all is going well with your relationship
Ah, ok, that's what you meant! Ok, ok !
Your trip sounds so nice.....can I be jealous? lol Right now being somehwere tha was all GAY would be like a breathe of fresh air....sigh.....anyway I am glad that you enjoyed your trip.
What fun!! To be gay and normal, like all the other gay people around you. I understand how that would be very refreshing.
It sounds like the two of you had a fantastic time. I wish many more good times like this for you and Dave.
What a fun post! I really enjoyed reading it, and it reminded me of past visits to Montreal. Isn't it great being somewhere where you can just be yourself? Now you need to visit Greenwich Village here in our beloved New York and the Castro in San Francisco!
Wow, what a trip you had. I had a good laugh about the dildo wall and strippers you saw. Thanks!
glad you had a great trip!
I'm so glad you had a wonderful time in the gay world. Affirming, isn't it?
I had to laugh at the sex shop story. My friend Brenda & I (I've been out to her since I was 18 or 19) were in NYC several years ago, and went to a shop in Greenwich Village. The guys that worked there were so nice, but - lordy! - some of those "plugs" in the display case looked like fire hydrants.
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