It seems to stand to reason that in most big cities you have a higher percentage of gay people than in other locations. I’ve seen this in cities such as San Francisco, LA, Dallas, Houston and even Salt Lake City (which surprised me a bit).
But NYC takes the cake. Maybe even more-so than San Francisco. That’s a toughie. It seems like you either have the rough-and-tough NYC construction worker that has been in a union since the womb (and yes, they are all named Vinnie, Joe, Murray, or Mario), the “Metro” sissy boy (who are really gay and just don’t know it, yet), or the outright flamers. There just isn’t a lot of middle ground here.
The other night me and my co-worker were trying to get to a particular area where they were supposed to have good food and music. The cabbie clearly dropped us in the wrong area and we ended up in the gayborhood which had even more gay people than usual. A big clue was the rainbow flags hung out of all the windows with “NYC” on it, and the guys wearing tight shirts/pants/whatever, walking little foof dogs with high heels on – the guys, not the dogs.
We didn’t find any food or music we were interested in so we made our way across town to a Brazilian BBQ place (think meat, meat and more meat). We walk in and on the big screen TV is some flaming guy talking about something. People…seriously, I need a break. I don’t mind that someone is gay. I even have some gay friends. But I don’t necessarily enjoy being immersed in it 24 x 7.
As I said the other end of the spectrum is the manly-men construction workers. Those guys are freaking hysterical. We have been hanging out in a new building where the guys are working all the time. One group of guys in particular is like watching a comedy routine. And yes, a guy name Mario is the one that is the most stereotypical of the group, and the loudest, and the funniest. Hanging out in the room with those guys is a much needed break from all the flamboyance and metro sissy boys street-side.
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