Two Sides Of The Gay Man

The parties are fun. Not just because you get to dance, drink and scan a target rich environment but also because you are with guys who have, at some point in time, pinged you on some Gay social network!
These are the guys who have discussed kinky sex with you, they have discussed about them being exceptionally good in bed, having an XXL dick, having a 'cute ass' and a smooth body (lol). And there in the party they are all dressed up like items in a showcase of a shop selling 'Pick-Any-For-100' stuff. There in the party these 'I'm-not-much-into-sex' guys are trying their best to impress any random guy who would take them home with him for the night. And in the next party the bitches will gather around again and talk about how 'short' he was, or how fast he came, or how boring the sex was or how and what of so many other stories of the gay world.
But, all said and done, I like the gay parties of Bangalore. They are full of surprises and always give you a reason to come week after week with the least expectations and highest hopes of finding someone great.

My First Gay Party In Bangalore

I'm a closeted gay guy from Bangalore (my regular visitors already know!). When I came to bangalore a couple of years back from a small town, I had this larger than life image of the 'gay parties' that are supposed to happen in the metro cities. Bangalore, arguably, has the best looking guys in India and my expectations were quite high to say the least. It took some time to actually go to a party, reasons: I am more of a 'sit-down-and-read-a-book' kinda guy, I dance real bad (have improved a bit now though), I didn't have any gay friends here who went to parties, I was down right scared of police, family and friends finding out, etc. (I've come quite a long way since, this blog talks a lot about my personal life!).
When I got to attend my first gay party I made sure I had friends with me who were going for the first time too and there was my ex-boyfriend with me like a guide for both of us :P It was a hotel with a known gay reputation in Bangalore. We went on time which is not exactly what happens in most parties here, people come late and then beg the DJ to play 'one-single-last-song'. The host was a charming young guy who made me comfortable right from the start, his face dripping off a sense of responsibility and authority. I still remember the way me and my friend were sitting in a corner couch looking around at the people with shy excitement, a beer bottle in hand and trying to make it last forever. People hardly notice you if you are not exactly a model material, or dance really well or make a bold statement with what you wear or act like a slut. So needless to say that I hardly got noticed in the party. Towards the end I actually did two significant things - I danced and I 'almost' kissed a guy!
Since then things have changed drastically when right now I'm in a stage when there's a party in town and I have invites from some really hot guys and I've decided to stay back home and write this article for people who may not know me ever in their lives (I wish I could link this blog to my FB account or have a picture of me here).