Since I'm back early from my holiday to Mexico City and Playa del Carmen, loyal UYA reader, I have a short tale and a lesson for other queers who may be confronted with similar travel plans in the near future:
Turns out that traveling with two straight guys, I was the gay man out. My friends and I originally planned to stay in hotels and save money by getting rooms with two double beds. The original pitch to me involved a rotating sleep schedule so everyone got their own bed once, which made sense, seeing as I had known these guys for about 5 years and they had known each other for about 15. Good friends, good way to save money on accomodation, so wouldn't have thought that there would be weirdness about who sleep beside who in separate blankets? Yet guess who came home earlier than expected? The homo. That's who. Which was a good thing anyway cause I needed the catch up time to prep for a brutal upcoming month and got to fly first class by default.
Still, I just want to say: despite all this new, sexually progressive, no-labels-for-anyone bullshit that 20-somethings are promoting nowadays, I'm hear to tell you firsthand: when the chips fall between gays and straights, you will find yourself on the gay side of the table (which is how I spent many a dinner, I might add, down south).
All of this has left me wondering: straight male friends, what are they good for?
As always, I welcome your comments. Tell me your thoughts, as the following reader did after last friday's posting: