RazzmaTazz
Be Fucking Nice
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I've always loved to hear what people's stereotypical definition of the "gay guy" is. Most of the time, it's always that guy guys are awesome dressers in fashion, have plenty of money, and good jobs. And we love to go to the disco!
Of course, then I have to point out that gay people come from every facet of life; rich, pool, and mediocre; some are horrible dressers (my friend Tyler who's idea of fashion is an old pair of sweat pants and a tank top), and I know a few who wouldn't be caught dead in a night club (I don't associate with them on Friday nights!)
But the one that really catches guys and girls off guard is when I tell them that one thing I like to do now and then is go to one of the country music night clubs to learn how to line dance! Yep, I line dance!
It was kinda funny how I got into it. When I was 21 and had been going to a few clubs for a while, one of my girl friends said that she wanted to take me to a different club but wouldn't tell me which one. She just said "Get yourself doll'ed up and meet me at my house." So I got my hair all glittered up, put on my tight black jeans, and my metal mesh, see-through, blue and silver club shirt, my white studded belt, and headed to hear house. Her reaction was like "OMG" 'cause she knew what was coming.
So we get to the club, and it is a country music club! Felt just a little out of place to start with. But I love country music, so that part wasn't to bad. Then we saw that they were about to start a line dance class, so since it was free and part of the cover charge, we jumped in. It was pretty funny to see the reaction of the folks on the floor. They were mostly in blue jeans, t-shirts, or country style button-downs. And here is "Glitter Boy" on the dance floor.
So the song that they were teaching that night was this one:
It's an intermediate dance, which meant that is was fucking difficult for the novice. But it was fun to learn. So then for about the next six months I made it a regular stop when I was going out. I'd stop by there for an hour or hour and a half, and then make my way to the regular dance club. I usually try to get there once a month or so when I go out.
And where I have more fun with the guys when I'm at the regular club, I seem to mostly attract the middle age women at the country club. They all know that I'm gay, so scoring is out of the question. They just think that it's cool that a glittered up gay boy would come line dance for a while before heading for the drama clubs.
Of course, then I have to point out that gay people come from every facet of life; rich, pool, and mediocre; some are horrible dressers (my friend Tyler who's idea of fashion is an old pair of sweat pants and a tank top), and I know a few who wouldn't be caught dead in a night club (I don't associate with them on Friday nights!)
But the one that really catches guys and girls off guard is when I tell them that one thing I like to do now and then is go to one of the country music night clubs to learn how to line dance! Yep, I line dance!
It was kinda funny how I got into it. When I was 21 and had been going to a few clubs for a while, one of my girl friends said that she wanted to take me to a different club but wouldn't tell me which one. She just said "Get yourself doll'ed up and meet me at my house." So I got my hair all glittered up, put on my tight black jeans, and my metal mesh, see-through, blue and silver club shirt, my white studded belt, and headed to hear house. Her reaction was like "OMG" 'cause she knew what was coming.
So we get to the club, and it is a country music club! Felt just a little out of place to start with. But I love country music, so that part wasn't to bad. Then we saw that they were about to start a line dance class, so since it was free and part of the cover charge, we jumped in. It was pretty funny to see the reaction of the folks on the floor. They were mostly in blue jeans, t-shirts, or country style button-downs. And here is "Glitter Boy" on the dance floor.
So the song that they were teaching that night was this one:
It's an intermediate dance, which meant that is was fucking difficult for the novice. But it was fun to learn. So then for about the next six months I made it a regular stop when I was going out. I'd stop by there for an hour or hour and a half, and then make my way to the regular dance club. I usually try to get there once a month or so when I go out.
And where I have more fun with the guys when I'm at the regular club, I seem to mostly attract the middle age women at the country club. They all know that I'm gay, so scoring is out of the question. They just think that it's cool that a glittered up gay boy would come line dance for a while before heading for the drama clubs.