June 2005 |
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It's Rugger Bugger time again!  What the crowd came to see. Naked footballer flesh. The Sydney Convicts Rugby Team have come up with a novel way to raise funds. They get their team members to do a strip show at the Midnight Shift. There's something about a bunch of big butch (well, semi butch) rugby players getting their kit off in front of a crowd of screaming gay boys. Apparently, the criteria for appearing in the show this time was that you will have weaseled your way out of all previous shows. Sam had managed to weasel himself out of all previous shows so he was one of the boy on stage waving his hot, bare bubble-butt at a very appreciative crowd. I stayed at the Shift for a few hours after the show, having a dance with Sam but didn't spend a huge time out. That was mainly because the following weekend was Big Queer Nation. Big Queer Nation. It's big, it's queer and it's well, Sydney based. After pre-party drinks at the abode of Jimi, a small crowd of us headed across to Faux Studios for the party. We got off to a bit of a rough start because within half an hour of arriving we managed to get ourselves split up. First I lost everyone while waiting for Jimi to come back from the bar, then I lost Greig, then I lost Jimi again and then I lost the rest of the crowd. It took me ages to find everyone again. By the time I found them all again I'd pretty well lost myself. Anyway, after I gave up trying to keep track of everyone, I spent most of the party in the Horden with Paul and Rishi. I managed to find them at least and didn't lose them all night. Obviously they don't move quick enough. I did manage to run into a few people I knew at the party so there was always someone to dance with. The party itself was pretty uneventful. The DJ's were . . . OK. Certainly nothing to write home about, so I won't. I managed to survive until the close of the party at about 8am, so jumped into a cab and headed home. Brad has moved out of the Shed. He originally moved in with us in May of last year, although for the first three months he was spending lots of time in Tasmania for work. At the beginning of this year he and Greig decided that it wasn't working. In retrospect, I don't think Brad ever had much of a chance of becoming an equal part in a relationship that has been eighteen years in the making. There was no way that he could read or understand the subtle little things that Greig and I take for granted. We know exactly how each other thinks. He had to always feel a bit on the outer because of that. Anyway, now Brad has found a new place to live. Everything is good between all of us and there are no bad feelings. Let's put that one down as a "learning experience". This month Kitta turns fourty. Kitta is actually a guy that Greig went to school with. Greig had the "honour" of making the speech at Kitta's twenty first birthday and once again made the speech at his fourtieth. The party itself was at the Midnight Shift. I seem to be spending a lot of time there. I always find it fun when the parents of gay guys join them at gay clubs. Kitta's mother was at the Shift as was the mother of one of the other guys. While the Shift certainly wasn't in full swing (the party started at 8pm) it is certainly an interesting experience to see the response from someones mother to a venue that normally would house a crowd of shirtless, pill-popping boys with their hands down each others pants. (I'm told that this happens at the Shift, apparently.) Anyway, after the formalities were over, I busied myself on the dance floor while Greig hobbed his knob around the room, as he does. Once again, it wasn't a late one. It's Jimi's birthday next weekend and I need to save as much energy as I can for that. |
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