Little Gay Happenings

Last week I had myself a small gay trip with one of my gay besties JK down south in Brighton. We had become acquainted through Jack'd over the last summer and considering he was headed home for Malaysia soon and I'd be stuck here till September or so, I probably wouldn't be seeing him again for over a year as by the time I would leave UK for good he'd be returning for his following year to continue his degree. As such it would do us both good to have a nice little gay bonding time.

So it came to no surprise that we chose Brighton, the supposed gay capital of Europe. For a change the sun was up in UK (bloody shocker I know) and the beaches were thriving with a ton of barely clothed (sometimes unclothed) people having some fun in the sun. Hell the entire city was full of shirtless people just casually walking around basking in the sun. Not me though, I'm still on the shyer side with toplessness, shall probably need a couple more months of intensive work out regiments and I shall be good to go. Relatively comfortable with my body where play in bed is concerned though heh. JK on the other hand was pretty gym fit so I wouldn't be surprised if he were dying to tear off that shirt of his half the time.

We booked ourselves a backpackers dorm crammed with 15 other people. It looked like a morgue but we were having ourselves a fabulous holiday as opposed to a posh one after all.

Hide the bodies

Suffice to say, it was an interesting laid back town that we could just chill and lay back in whilst checking all the hot bods around. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of Westerners but JK was quite the massive potato queen so I guess he had himself eye candy by the truckloads. And yes that's why we aren't dating despite being pretty close friends. He likes his men blonde and blue eyed, older, rugged and pretty meaty. I think I'm just a tad bit leaning on the pretty boy side. No surprise I get myself a proper 9 foot hole in the friend zone cemetery then heh.

They had this interesting pier that stretched out into the sea with a fun fair at the very end. We got conned into eating the shitty pricey versions of the Fish and Chips we so desperately craved although we had ourselves multiple grand meals thereafter to compensate for that.

 So this must be where Melbourne got its inspiration from

This restaurant is modeled after a classical opera house

 Tourist adventures take you through a maze of small little lanes where you can find all sorts of curios and food outlets in unique hidden settings.

By now everyone is probably wondering where are all the pictures of the hot guys all over the beach are. It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that no such pictures are available as my traveling buddy decided to capture pictures of that variety instead.

Of course we had to try the night scene in the supposed Gay capital as well. First night proved to be a massive disappointment because apparently everything is dead on Wednesdays. The second night had JK calling his Brighton friend to show us around though and it turned out the friend was a legal lecturer at Manchester Uni once. Things got a tad awkward when I found out he was friends with my many educators back in the good old undergraduate days. Bugger me senseless, imagine dancing in clubs with your professors. That has to be next level unprofessional conduct right there!

Suffice to say, I'm always happy to receive free drinks till I sway a tad and start intimately dancing with random lesbians. There was a foam party going on at the club I was in and I never realised how irritating or disgusting foam could be to be honest. It's all sticky and soapy and unless all the hot boys start stripping and grinding their soapy bodies against each other (and me) it ain't exactly a fun experience to have detergent shot at your face continuously from an air cannon. I'm such a fussy bitch aren't I?

Covered lightly in foam before the next wave

Suffice to say I had a great deal of fun partying and traveling with JK. Reminds me of our first party at Marketplace back in August 2012. I reckon I'll miss him when he leaves and whilst we might not be lovers I've grown to appreciate proper platonic gay friendships that matter.

Upon returning to London, I had my last few meet ups with JY (Singaporean from last post). It was kind of sad that he was leaving for the summer and we would not see each other again for the longest time as once again by the time he'd be back, I'd have left this city for good. So we had a nice slow night with dinner and drinks, basking in the city lights. We met his friends (and some guy competing with me for him) and proceeded for a final party before he left for good. Can I just say this world is too damn small and his friends are people whom are friends or exes of people I'm kind of close to? Jesus, this circle.

That last night, we took a bus ride home after the party. He had a flight come the dawn and this was us saying our final farewells. He had a book launch back in Singapore soon, it contained poems relating to his sexuality, his parents were sure to question him. He mentioned perhaps some day I might be a part of his poetry too, stories of our brief summer in London. Maybe I'll send him poetry of my own too, let a professional objectively critique my work. I walked him to his doorstep, we hugged and I was just about to leave when I turned.

And landed a soft kiss to his lips. It was soft, tender and sweet unlike my usual lusty trysts or fickle flames. We parted, and then he was gone. The kiss lingered, and before long I was home with a smile. Parting ever was bittersweet. Maybe some day I'll see you again.

Hard Won Freedom

So I've been spending my time reacquainting myself with a social life over the course of the weekend after some of the most disgusting exams I've had the displeasure of sitting. The regulatory body setting them definitely rained down fire and brimstone upon us and it taxed my ability to recall the obscure nitty bitty pieces of law and procedure that no sane reasonable person could hope to bring to mind in practice. These exams were wankery in that I reckon most people in practice would have referred to the guidelines and procedural rules available to them if ever they were stumped with a real life dilemma anyway.

So regardless, I attended the Malaysian Career's Fair in London for the first time this year as a non organiser. It felt good to just strut in without worrying about tables and chairs and fucking action plans or routines for a change. Just walk up to companies and toss my CV around like Santa Claus in the event I fail my course, heaven forbid of course. Saw people I fancy and people I less than fancy at the fair, because there are quite large number of Malaysian douchebags here that I'd love nothing better than to offer the finger to.

Had myself an interview with a company there and they tossed me a number of on the spot legal scenarios that put my critical thinking skills to the test. They decided to analyse my general creative thinking as well, for example: why are manhole covers circles and not square shaped? Have a moment to chew on that.

Apparently they sent me to another room to audition under that camp Malaysian celebrity from Akademi Fantasia: Aznil. I did it for shits and giggles, not like I am entering the entertainment industry anyway, or am I? Hmm, potential. Was abit of a diva, not that I minded. Complimented my hair, suit and voice. Not so subtle flirtation perhaps? Apparently the man is 50 but fuck me he looks young and acts even younger. I'd never have wagered a guess beyond the 30s.

Had myself talking to a camera spontaneously on any subject and obviously I chose to talk about London because what else could I talk about? The law? Too dreary. Politics? Too divisive. Homosexual rights? Too risky. At the end they liked my general presentation but wanted more flamboyance. Been in court too long I reckon, fucking rigid now. Or maybe just a tad too straight acting whenever I'm in a professional setting. They queried about my Malay linguistic abilities as well. Barely competent now I reckon, its been too long.

A gay friend of mine bunked over the weekend and attended these events with me. Wanted cuddles but I give selective cuddles and I'm generally not interested in people that once rejected me. I don't like the idea of being anyone's return policy and besides he's too much of a fashionista for me. That said, he can remain a sister and good gay friend but my heart's closed. Slut side wouldn't mind a shag though. We're all men after all.

And holy crap all the Singaporean Jack'd friends I've made are intensely going into hardcore study mode at the moment despite it still being the spring holidays. Their work ethic makes mine look infantile. Which probably means I won't be seeing the lot of them for awhile for any meet ups, coffee, dates, hook ups whatever. There's this Singaporean lad I've been stalking for abit, apparently he's a cutie that publishes award winning poetry as well. Sexy. Then again no straight man could ever write poetry so beautiful. Ok, done with my obligatory updates. Time to go out of this city and visit Sheffield boy or something over the weekend and hit Heaven sometime. It's been a long while. Too long.