it's never the cute ones

OK, so I had an interesting outing last night. It was my roommate's friend's birthday and she invited us to a party and then out to an event at a dance club. The party was uneventful except for a guy taking his pants off (luckily he was convinced to keep his underwear on). The dance club was a whole other story. I didn't know anything about the event they had going on and neither did my roommate. It turned out to be a queer celebration called Vazzeline. I was happy enough to go along and see what it was all about. Well, it was quite an experience! The place was filled to the brim with men, none of whom were the least interested in me and my friends. I felt like I was at Babylon in Queer as Folk. As time went on a few women joined the party. But, the thing that I'm truly writing this post to tell you about, was that there were a couple of guys dancing buck naked in the crowd. They weren't dancing together, or doing anything risque apart from being starkers. Let me tell you, that's one way to get a little space on the dance floor, especially when you're clearly enjoying yourself. It's too bad they weren't a little more pleasing to the eye. I was mainly focused on not dancing too close to them. You just never know what you're going to end up doing on a night out in Toronto.