Gay Latino Night

During the “in-between time”, when Aaron and I were long-distance dating (before 11pm was late for us), we had different sorts of adventures than we do now.  I rather enjoyed going out dancing until all hours and liked it best if I could find clubs that had personality.  My roommate at the time pretty much just went to dive bars and that became rather boring for me.

BUT… one weekend, Aaron was in town and I decided we needed a bigger adventure.  About 6 months before, I’d gone to a club in downtown Seattle that was considered a goth club.  They played music like Nine Inch Nails, Skinny Puppy, KMFDM, etc.  I had a great time and I knew Aaron would want to go dancing there with me so away we went to The Vogue.

We wandered around the vicinity and I was becoming very confused.  We were actually very concerned because the night we met, I walked us 14 blocks in the wrong direction to find the bar we were going to because I refused to let him use his GPS.  I was stubborn that I knew where we were going.  He didn’t know at that point that I’m never to be trusted with directions.  I could get lost in a paper bag.  He asked me several times if I thought I might be lost because by this time, he’d known me for about 3 years and was familiar with my malfunctioning inner compass.

There was one building that looked very familiar and we kept walking past it so I thought we might be close.  We walked by it one last time before I asked the bouncer if he knew where the Vogue was.  WELL… apparently on Saturday nights, this building was the Vogue.  On Friday nights, it was a different club.  By this time, I was cold and it had been raining on us for awhile and I was ready to go sit down and have a drink.  We decided to pop into this place and regroup.

We walked in and were greeted by loud techno/dance music.  As techno goes, it’s not always easy to decipher lyrics to the songs.  People don’t often listen to techno for the deep and meaningful words.  And if the words ARE deep and meaningful to you, you’re probably high on ecstasy.  This music was completely unintelligible to me.  I realized that it was Spanish.  We were grooving to Latin techno!  Aaron asked if I wanted to find someplace else to go or if I was fine where we were.  The music seemed “dancy” enough to me so I decided why not stay and enjoy NOT being rained on.  It did seem a little odd to me that I was pretty much the only woman there but then I realized that most of the couples were made up of gay men.  This was way different than the dive bars I usually ended up in.  I appreciated the variety right then.  I did notice however, that nobody was dancing.  NOBODY was dancing.  It made no sense to me.  There was techno/dance music.  There was alcohol.  Why wasn’t anyone dancing?  I had to take matters into my own hands.  I told Aaron that I wasn’t about to sit there for a couple of hours when we were in an establishment that was clearly made for dancing.  So I did the only thing I could think of; I got up and started dancing.  And then Aaron started dancing.  I suppose we made a bit of a spectacle in our all-black, fishnets, vinyl, black makeup goth-y getup.  But you know what?  Other people joined us.  And we all danced.  It was awesome.

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Clearly not ready for the adventure that awaited us.

I’m really glad we decided to have an adventure and I’m really glad that we stayed at that club, even though it was not what I originally expected or wanted to do.  Maybe the moral of my story is to try and have fun wherever you go.  Or be flexible.  Or maybe there is no moral at all and I like this story because it’s something that Aaron and I can look back on later and laugh at the time he wore black lipstick and eyeliner to go dance at Gay Latino Night.

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This Is All Your Fault!

We went to Portland, OR one weekend for Valentine’s Day.  We weren’t even in an actual relationship at the time.  In fact, we’d been on a break for about a year and a half.  This was what we refer to as “the in-between time”.  We didn’t even live in the same country.  He is from Vancouver, Canada and I am from Seattle, WA.  I came to live in Vancouver with him for a short time (in the before time) and when things didn’t work out, I went home.  So as any smart and self-respecting people would do, we saw each other from time to time on weekends.  I always promised myself it was the end and I’d never see him again.  I even had a serious boyfriend for a few months.  Then I spent The Saddest Christmas Ever with this drag of a guy who gave me a folded up $50 bill and told me to go pay a bill (as my gift).  I had been laid off a couple of weeks before so I guess this was, in his mind, a loving a practical gesture.  I felt terrible.  My boyfriend was clearly a jackass, I had no job and my family had moved away to another city and I was very lonely.  When my in-between love, Aaron asked me a few days later how my Christmas was, I cried.  The next day, he showed up at my house with presents and took me to lunch.  I came back up to Vancouver for a few days and completely forgot about the douchebag I was dating back home.  When we went out a few days later, there was the stupidest argument ever, which sealed the deal.  I was out of there.  The next few weekends were spent with Aaron.  He would come down and life was fun again.  So of course when Valentine’s day in 2009 fell on a weekend, we opted to drive to Portland and had an amazing weekend of fun and adventure, not to mention drinking and lots of sex.  Funny… when you have lots of sex, you open yourself up to a lot of things.  Pregnancy for example.

A few weeks went by and there was no period.  You know, same old story.  I peed on a stick and nothing happened so I thought we were ok.  A couple of weeks later, I was at work and stepped out for a morning coffee/cigarette break and found myself wanting to vomit.  I couldn’t consume caffeine or nicotine properly so something was obviously up.  I mentioned this to a few of my coworkers who happened to be friends by this time and they all said the same thing.

“Go home at lunch and take a pregnancy test.”

That’s about the dumbest advice ever so of course, I took it.  I like to cause myself as much stress and chaos as possible or I don’t really feel as though I’m living life to the fullest.  So, I did as I was told.  And guess what?  There they were… 2 pink lines.  The 2 pink lines that distracted me from doing my work for the entire rest of the day.  I refused to believe this was happening.  I was taking birth control pills and Aaron and I only saw each other on the weekends.  This was a fluke.  I needed a second opinion.  So I bought 2 more tests and went to Planned Parenthood for one of their tests.  A total of 4 positive pregnancy tests.  The shock and disbelief turned into blame.  This was clearly HIS fault.  So while my egg was being all sparkly and neat and tidy, his high-powered rocket sperm just waltzed right in like it owned the place.

And THAT’S where Alister came from.  And it is Aaron’s fault.Image