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Thursday, July 28, 2005
Pride Weekend in Windsor
When Scuba and ShyGuy broke up two months earlier, Scuba and I made plans to visit his Mom down south as well as celebrate Pride party weekend in Windsor.
There were two "things" that we brought along during our roadtrip that was unforeseen:
#1) Ken - Scuba's 18-year old son from Northern Ontario who's currently staying with him for the entire summer (Scuba was 18 when he had him).
#2) ShyGuy - Scuba didn't realize they would reconcile.
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I was hesitant to have Ken tag along. I mean... I don't want to babysit. But when we finally got a chance to talk in depth in the car, I was dumbfounded to discover a mature, down-to-earth, young heterosexual male who is very comfortable with having a gay dad and a gay grandmother, as well having an ease while hanging out with his dad's boyfriend and his grandmother's lover.
Ken was such a sport; he was surrounded with gayness all weekend long. He did not meet a single straight boy or girl during the trip. Ken says the highlight of his weekend was when 4 gay guys hit on him and called him 'hot'.
"...being called 'hot' by a gay man? That's like the biggest compliment of all. I can't wait to tell my friends," confides Ken.
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It's no secret that ShyGuy is not very fond of me. Heck, I'm not fond of him either. Having said that, no bitter words were exchanged between us. Infact, I couldn't believe how nice he was to me.
There were, however, ongoing argument between Scuba and ShyGuy: before, during, and after the road trip. Constantly they fought, argued; it was a drag.
I know ShyGuy wasn't pleased to learn that I was coming along. He thought since he's back together with Scuba, it would just be the two of them solo. When Scuba reiterated to ShyGuy that he didn't have to come along, that we (Scuba and I) planned the trip months in advance, we would be going with or without ShyGuy.
This drew an evil smirk on my face.
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During Pride festivities, Scuba and ShyGuy were asked constantly: "Do you have an open relationship?"
Scuba would look at a disapproving ShyGuy and state a "No" response. Scuba later tells me: "They kept asking. The very same people...they're so hot... I almost wanted to say yes."
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I was like fish out of water, easy to recognize that I'm an out-of-towner. I might as well have worn a shirt that read "easy" (although I am not!). People introduced themselves extendingly, I felt so cool!
'Where're ya from?' was the standard pickup line.
"Is it that obvious [that I'm not from here]?" I would ask.
"Well, Windsor is a small city. Everybody knows each other. Plus, you're the only ethnic person in here."
I looked around and surely enough, the stranger was right. I figured that since Detroit is only two minutes away, it would lend to a higher African-American attendance. I didn't see one single Chocolate: milk, dark or sugar-free. I didn't realize that Windsor was so whitebred.
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"Are you single?" is another common question. Other permutations are: "Do you have a boyfriend?" and "Are you here by yourself?"
I found myself with an interesting dilemma. I wasn't sure how to answer that said question. I am dating a boy I really like, but technically I am single. But I am not interested in hooking up. I wanted to say I have a boyfriend, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself because nothing yet is exclusive with HorseHung. With the thoughts running through my head, Scuba, nearby, would answer on my behalf: "[showerroomboy] doesn't have a boyfriend. Not in Windsor".
I nodded and would receive a happy smile.
Not too long after, I get an invite to a private pool party. Cool. The pool party turned out to be a blast. Lots of hot half-naked boys. Despite wearing a lifeguard-esque tanktop with the words "Swimming", it was ironic that I couldn't.
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Once I got back into town, I called HorseHung. I couldn't wait to see him.
Yes, I'm still in Lala Land.
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