Wies doesn't fancy any of the boys in San Francisco. What, none of them? But we must have met four hundred boys last night, all of them obviously gay. That's the problem; Wies only fancies boys who seem straight.
Cocktails are bigger in America, I think, and stronger. I danced drunkenly to American Boy with American boys in every bar. Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA... It's like the song was written especially for me, I thought, giddily. It's like I'm the only person in the world who's ever visited America. I love it here! I kept telling anyone who'd listen, working my booty up and down. I just love it!
We're staying with a couple, Annie and Eric, down by the beach. More strangers off the internet who've given us a key to their apartment and told us to make ourselves at home. They're artists with a studio, and Annie has a motorbike that she takes me for a ride on right across town. I want to be an artist called Annie in San Francisco with a studio and a motorbike! I thought, clinging on tight on the back so I wouldn't fall off, and saying a thankful prayer to the Cool Gods for having dressed me in my leather jacket and knee-high boots that day. Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay...
Wies is right about the boys. In a bar called Truck (which we need a password to get into, which Annie knows because that's how she rolls) we're told by the hot, muscular, obviously gay topless barman that we just 'missed the train'. Eh? I wasn't planning on getting a train right away. Not that kind of train, he laughs. I mean the gay train. Oh. The gay train. Er, what's a gay train? Oh! Oh my god! Must try not to look Welsh and shocked. Did he get pictures?
No, the hot topless barman didn't get any pictures of the gay train; he's working, right? But he's got pictures of his penis, if we want to see that? Yes, yes we do. He hands us his iPhone. Here, he says. I have to fix some cocktails. Just scroll through.
Everybody in America is just so amazingly friendly, I say, happily, to Annie and Wies as we climb into a taxi in the early morning.
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WOW, I too would love to be Annie from SF with a bike and such a cool studio....*gush gush*.
ReplyDeleteI'm invertedly with Wies on the boys thing...I like the straight ones who seem a little (if not totally gay) girlish and pretty.
Dear Annie,
Am I normal?
(you don't have to answer that, really)
Dear Sarah
ReplyDelete"Normal" was never what drew me to you.
Love Annie xx
Annie, the excerpt with the "gay train" was a little bit too advanced for my taste... I feel like you are loosing your innocence every state you travel through...
ReplyDeleteGood luck traveling on the trains....- do they have lesbian trains too?
I know, right? And the best news is: THIS IS STILL THE FIRST STATE!
ReplyDeleteDamn, there was I imagining you finally having lots of rebound s*x with Wies...
ReplyDeleteok, you are beginning to sound like a female/welsh/non-giggolo joe buck after all.
ReplyDeleteno gimp bloggers in trenchcoats, i'm warning you! (they all probably left on the gay train anyway)
: )
Goodness, is that the sort of photo-show you get treated to if you ask for a cocktail? I must be careful what I ask for the next time I go in a bar. On second thoughts, this is Belfast not San Fran, probably not so likely....
ReplyDeleteSo Wies is gay, eh?
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Pity. I'm with anon on that one.
I assumed the beds of California were shaking.
Better luck for both of you in other states, I reckon.
Joio dy hanes o'r UDA. Os taw 'gay train' sydd yn y States, ai 'gay ceffyl a chart' sydd dal ganddon ni yng nghlybiau hoyw Cymru?
ReplyDeleteYes, Weis is gay, and those of you folowing le blonk in the early days will have known that. Sorry, I should have been more clear about it. Wies says if there are any boys out there in SF who seem straight but just love a bit of manhood then let us know — tomorrow is our last night here and we are prepared to go crazy.
ReplyDeleteNwdls: dwi'n siwr bod "gay ceffyl a chart" yn reid go iawn.
worryingly friendly in my opinion!
ReplyDeleteHello, in a WiFi pub in Our Nation's Capital with Adam and Dave. Showing them your blog and pictures in America.
ReplyDeleteThey both say a big hello and Dave say's your hair's gone all spikey (?)
Glad you are having an amazing time. Hope you are flying the Red Dragon high. Love you
The Nexts
EW
Aw, hello to all you Nexts as well. Big love. xxx
ReplyDeleteoh, the american boys.
ReplyDeleteAnnie i just wanted to let you know your 1 month to every year theory might be spot on. i have 6 weeks left of my time, and think i might be just about ready!
Good theory!
Loving the travel updates!
i'm a straight boy...and ironically enough i stumbled upon this blog googling "gay train" because i had no clue what it was...haha
ReplyDeletei was better off not knowing.