Keeping It G-A-Y

Trip Start Apr 18, 2010
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Trip End Dec 20, 2010


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P-A-R-T-Y!

Flag of Brazil  , São Paulo,
Monday, June 7, 2010

I already had plans to visit São Paulo to catch up with my mate, Bottles, who I used to work with at Family Bar and hadn't seen for over a year since she moved to Wellington then got deported back to Brazil. But one day at work, must have been quite early on in the night because it was still quiet enough to have a conversation with those on K'Rd capable of such a thing, I met an American guy called Barry. We talked a bit about South America because he'd been there and I was going there and he said he was heading back to São Paulo to be with his fella and when I got there I should give him a shout so we swapped Facebooks. Then he told me about one of the biggest gay parades in the world taking place in São Paulo on the 6th June... Fuck yes please! I worked it out and could easily be there for it. So I was. Bottles was working that morning and her evil boss wouldn't let anyone have the day off. Having said that, most of her workforce were gay, if she let them all off every time the queers had a party she wouldn't have a business.
So me, Barry and his boyfriend, Pedro hung out for the day and the weather was perfect. Proof that if there really is a god, he does love fags after all.
 
It was a wicked day right from when I got on the Metro and at the next stop the train was filled with shouting, singing and whooping homos, so much better than Sydney where they pen you in behind a railing and there's no room to move. 3 million people showed up this year and there was still room to dance along the road.

3 million.

There were more people in São Paulo for the gay parade than there is in Auckland.

Drinking in the streets is legal in Brazil an all so you don't have to worry about hiding your alcohol from the cops. Run out of beer? No worries, it won't be long before you find someone else with a polystyrene esky full of beery goodness.

We walked along for a while, watched a few floats go past then found one we liked (that'd be the one with the campest music, then) and followed it. The choice was made when one rolled past blasting Bad Romance from the speakers. Nope, there's no escape from the Gaga. Every puff seems to love her over here an all, even when she wasn't being pumped from every sound system there was usually someone starting a sing-a-long. Bad Romance is now officially my São Paulo song.
We must have spent a good 4 or 5 hours, walking and dancing though the streets of one of the biggest cities in the world surrounded by millions of people who know how to party. Today my legs ache from the dancing and my arms ache from the waving but that was easily the best pride march I've ever seen.

And it's happy anniversary to Barry and Pedro, they first met at the Gay Parade 2009, they told me their getting together story which involved Barry spending the night staring at Pedro but not ever thinking that Pedro would look at him. Just as Barry was leaving some guy tapped him on the shoulder and said something to him in Portuguese and when Barry answered with "I'm sorry, I don't speak Portuguese," Pedro stepped out from behind the guy and translated, "He'd like to know if you want to join us for a drink." The other guy soon left, apparently when Pedro had seen Barry leaving he'd sent his friend over to stop him.

Awwwww.
 
Mine and Ana's is less romantic. We'd already met and had a conversation and I'd thought she was hot as but never thought she'd be interested, hadn't even entertained it, she was too hot. Then one night when she was in my bar with a couple of mates our mutual friend, Travis, bounded up with a photo of her on his phone and said, "Would you fuck her?"

"Oh hell yeah!" I believe my response was something along those lines.

Ah whatever, I still think it deserves an Awwwww!
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