So much has changed in my life in the past few weeks...First of all, I moved to West Hollywood for the summer...with a boy! A boy that I almost didn't get to live with because when we attended the gay pride parade I was a little distracted by all the damn hot men parading around. I wasn't interested in anyone but I guess I was too friendly with the guys that were paying attention to me. It was my first pride event though so he understood.
Then, my arrival travel arrangements to Europe have been pretty much finalized. I got my visa, my round-trip ticket to and from London (Air New Zealand), hotel and hostel arrangements in London and Paris...and a one-way plane ticket to Bordeaux from Paris. I leave to Europe on August 22nd. I don't quite feel prepared mentally however for this. It's going to be my first time traveling alone (I've taken an airplane alone before, but never travelled entirely alone to another country). I do have friends planning on visiting though so that's a relief to me.
Another thing that's changed is one that's kind of confusing to me. In high school I was called queer and fag a few times, but it was only once that someone seriously meant that. Here in Hollywood I've been called fag like 5 times in the past three weeks...in the gayest place on Earth after San Francisco. West Hollywood is pretty upscale...but in touristy Hollywood (by the Kodak Theatre) about a mile away where I take the metro there are people walking around in costumes, in drag, in dirty punk rock clothes every damn day...I look more conservative than any hardcore Republican there yet I still manage to get called a fag. I guess I'm just having a hard time readjusting to the quirks of Los Angeles after being in relaxed San Diego for a few years.
San Diego, I'll be back in your non-name-calling arms in January.
I took the photograph of the hot trapeze guy at the gay pride event.
