Last night my good friend Anne and I went out and caught a taste of what life's like across the rainbow. WEHO, where boys who love boys and boys with boy toys can be boys who roam free, proud, and in living color-it's like what you'd get if you put gay men in a martini shaker and mixed them with the san diego wild animal park, with a splash of sas!
And like the wild animal park, the species were interesting to observe. There were mating dances, bitches in heat, and uncensored acts of PDA's. I coulda sworn I saw a guys neck scruff in his boy toys jaws. These boys mean business ( *snaps 3 times in a Z formation)!
And talk about twilight zone (cue music).This is the only place in town where beautiful girls become invisible and tits and bootie powers are deemed useless against the other sex. Be forewarned, the WEHO rainbow is L.A.'S version of kryptonite. We waited longer for bar service and did not get hit on by a single guy in the joint. We're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!
That gave Anne and I plenty of time to flap our mouths without interuption-we could just chill and have fun while the predators surrounding us pounced on their prey as we enjoyed our estrogen immunity from attack.
Next stop, the Motherload. No, not the kinda place you might think with a name like that! It's a karaoke bar! Woh-wooooh!
When we entered, a big ol' boy was singing his lungs out in a lipstick red dress and a curly wig. The crowd was lively, singing and dancing. The bar was cash only but the $8 drinks were in the most ginormous bar glasses I've ever seen. We tried to get a chance at the mic but the queens woulda put us to shame!
Needless to say we had fun in the land of men who love men. Although women aren't their cup of tea they had no problem letting us into their 'hood with a smile-no dirty looks, no snobbiness or attitudes, just high fives and compliments about things a straight guy wouldn't notice.
Thanks for the hospitality, boys!
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