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March 06, 2004
Honolulu, Part Tu
The Hawaii pictures are up over on Ron's site.. He's much more organized than I am. I'm a bit horrified of my chest in some of them, but I guess that means incentive for the gym. I have a tan, and that is what counts.
Highlights of the trip:
Acupuncture for the first time. Ron's friend Mark suggested this little Chinese guy, and it was really cool. I was really feeling under the weather, and so he treated me for my immune system and appetite. This involved sticking me with these two inch needles that went way down into my body. I was nervous as hell, but it didn't even hurt. One of them began to hurt once he had walked away, but it was because my shirt had slipped back down, pushing against the needle. They were all over my scalp, my face, chest, hands, and legs. Since I am already shaved, I did look like Pinhead from Hellraiser. Afterwards I was voracious and felt much more energetic.
Hawaii really is a great place. The matching of clothes for gay men is not really an issue here, which would have made my coming out process much easier. The weather seldom fluctuates from 80 degrees. Everyone was wearing floral prints and shorts, or even more fun, NOTHING AT ALL. There is a nude beach on the North Shore that I really enjoyed. Ron took me up there on the first day, and it was this vast shimmering stretch of white sand receding into an azure blue. I was enthralled, and not just by the cute nekkid guys. There were horses racing along in the jungle/forest along the beach, kite surfers bobbing across the horizon, and nekkid boys. Every day I was out in the sun, preventing rickets and SAD.
Ron is the hostess with the mostest, and he has a spectacular view from his lanai. His Achilles heel was his need to make me drink this god-awful concoction every morning for health reasons. I don't know why, but health drinks never taste good. Aside from the horrifying drinks, he really should open up a bed & breakfast, as he really is a great cook, local tour guide, and truly skilled at making someone feel welcome. He introduced me to some very interesting friends, took me to see Mozart’s Cosi Fan Tutte, and even did my laundry.
I was also able to meet up with Jay D, one of my first gay friends. The last time I saw Jay, it was about 9 years ago in Houston. We had become friends at the Metroplex Nazarene Chapel in their really spiffy music program. Both of us had bad hair, his with too much mousse, mine with too little hair. This church brought in decent Christian bands, and Jay was the director. He also happened to be gay, my racquetball buddy, and a really nice guy. His coming out of the closet was a pivotal moment for me, as he was the first basically normal guy I had ever met who also just happened to be gay. I kept in touch with him and his psycho boyfriend Brian, even when they moved to Houston. I don’t remember this (I usually don’t remember things like this because of the fight or flight mechanism), but he asked me if I was gay. I apparently told him no, which prevented a really good friend from taking me to my first gay bar. Even with my bad hairstyle and oversized shirts to hide my chest, everyone around me should have been pointing directly at me, the little closeted gay boy. It would take moving over to London for me to come out of the closet, drinking myself silly just to get the courage to talk to a guy. Jay took a more direct and difficult route, and I’ve always admired him for that path.
Jay and I are both very different now, yet strangely the same. You can take the boys out of Montana and Texas, but you can’t take Montana and Texas out of the boys. Aside from the obvious improvements for Jay (lots more musculature, better hair, much nicer boyfriend than the psycho from Texas), he also just seems happy. He also can sing the entire Gilligan’s Island theme in 20 seconds, as shown in this downloadable movie. He has a Seadoo ski boat that skips madly across the ocean at breakneck speeds. We did that for an entire morning, and I felt just like a massive breasted woman sitting in a two piece like the Popular Mechanics photo shoots. His boyfriend Kimo introduced me to apple bananas, a species of banana that doesn’t taste like ass, plus apparently he can hula. As far as friend’s boyfriends go, Kimo gets the “Official Glennalicious Seal of Approval.”
It was a great week, tons of beaches and relaxation. Being a tourist gay is a bit weird, as the meat market feeling is a bit intense in Honolulu. However, I think I could handle this version of Paradise much better than the biblical one.
Posted by G at March 6, 2004 10:32 PM
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Comments
So, are you trying to tell me that when you were gagging on my famous metamucil/whey protein breakfast smoothie that you weren't kidding?
Posted by: Out There at March 10, 2004 08:32 PM
I can just see the comment about nekkid boys in front of a school board member.............I am still hoping one of my children will be famous---
but not for that!
Why are you not organizing teachers to fire the secretary of Education. Are you a member of the terrorist group N.E.A.? If you can mobilize teachers to protest that Bush kept the man, Bush can be defeated. Teachers should also write explanatory letters about why no one is going into teaching anymore. He just doesn't get it.
Posted by: WSM at March 11, 2004 01:06 PM
OOH! Pictures! Yay! Looks like you had fun! {sigh} I haven't seen ocean since I visited the 'rents in Lforida a couple of years back. I miss it.
Posted by: Lee at March 12, 2004 02:42 AM