We have friends that stumbled on, what I consider, a fabulous find. There is a man made island 15 minutes from our house. Even some locals are surprised, that on that island, are 7 shacks: some in absolute disrepair, some 80 years and counting filled with happy camping memories.
They invited a dozen folks to come out and enjoy the Memorial Day weekend. And while everything hinted of perfection, a drama was brewing deep in the sun, sand, and surf.
With eye-floating amounts of alcohol and bonfires worthy of tribal dancing, we forged a dream that we all buy shares of the island and dub it "Gay Island", the get-a-way for queers and closeted celebs. We had bars for girls; The Whisker Biscuit Bar. And bars for boys; The Monkey Knuckle. We had afternoon tea dances, gift shoppes and cafes. Guests would arrive at Rainbow Pier and be escorted to one of our lovely cabins. Each section of the island, color coded, in the colors of the gay flag.
Sigh....if only.
Back in real time....out of the dozen inhabitants on Gay Island that weekend, only one couple was of the straight and open minded. Brought into the fold, a casual joke about the hets being among the mo's, but nothing mean spirited.
What makes drama? 2 parts alcohol, one part insecurity, one part crazy.
Enter the straight girl, with the above concoction mixed to perfection and ready to rumble!
It started as just a simple conversation between two folks, one my girl, the other a friend. Then Miss Crazy steps up! Jealous her sister is talking with my girl? Feeling slighted cuz she isn't the center of attention? Hopped up on beer and mood changing prescription drugs? We might never know for certain. But what happened next was her saying my girl was inappropriate. Her sister making excuses for her address being in Crazytown, and my girl in tears.
It started as just a simple conversation between two folks, one my girl, the other a friend. Then Miss Crazy steps up! Jealous her sister is talking with my girl? Feeling slighted cuz she isn't the center of attention? Hopped up on beer and mood changing prescription drugs? We might never know for certain. But what happened next was her saying my girl was inappropriate. Her sister making excuses for her address being in Crazytown, and my girl in tears.
After one of the hosts came and got us from the safety of our tent, explaining that said crazy person is in the wrong, we tried to mingle again, and found no one really wanted to chat, so we exited, cabin left, to our tent once again.
The next morning Miss Insanity 09 left the island and gossip followed. It was said that she had at some point referred to my girl as a 'bitch'.
Oh....No...Sha....Didn'!!!
I got a serious problem with THAT! I'm thinking there better be a nice fat apology somewhere, or someone is going to get a punch in the neck next time I see them. Serious!
It just goes to show that you can't invite breeders on Gay Island. They don't know how to behave. The can't take the love and joy that it is to be gay.
It just goes to show that you can't invite breeders on Gay Island. They don't know how to behave. The can't take the love and joy that it is to be gay.
After all.....gay does mean happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment