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i was gushing so much about mexico that my friends naturally assumed that i had gotten laid. after all, that really gets me excited. not that i forgot about it, but i had such a good time that it became kind of irrelevant. i finally met a friend that i'd made partially through this site, and got to hang out a lot with him and his friends. |
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playa del carmen has a lot of beach, and i was on it every day while i was there. lots of boys around, some tourists, some locals, and many of them very flirtatious. it's vacation, i smiled and winked too. such a beautiful place in every waythe water, sand, simplicity of it. i laid around and got sunburned and did nothing in the water and remembered that passage in The Joy of Gay Sex on coming out, where the example is a guy getting picked up on a gay beach. |
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one day i woke up on my own, no alarm clock or noisy neighbors, beat off, showered, dried off in front of my window looking at the water, and then went into town by myself. my espanol is, um, mal, so i did the best i could, which was enough to have breakfast and buy some gifts. it's strangely liberating to be unable to communicate, in the way that it is when people assume that you're stupid and just act pleasant towards you. |
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i went out to the gay section of the beach and ran into friends, made some new ones, and went back into town with them later in the day. then met up with eve and listened to house music at his place, then had dinner with everyone. these pockets of gay friendship, that hit attraction and attitude but aren't broken by them, are hard to come by in my limited experience, and hanging out with half a dozen guys like me was something that had me thinking this is how things should be. |
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