The reason they brought me to this particular club was that a few transvestites would get onstage and put on a show by singing cover songs in full drag. Well this was all fine and good until they started looking at me. I was wondering if I A) stuck out so much because of my size or B) stuck out because I was the only strait guy in the joint. Well either of these would lead to the inevitable conclusion. They could see my discomfort, so they started to sing *to* me. Oh my god I can't believe how weird/creepy/unnatural/embarrassing that felt. Of course I think the first one told the second one and it was *on* after that. I told Koori that after going through that, I needed to go to a strip club to "re-affirm my manhood." LOL So KooriMoonGrl, her daughter, and Trudy and Ruth (two of the people that worked at the bar the Koori had made friends with) and I all went to a strip club. It wasn't great as strip clubs go (in my limited knowledge), but it was a nice twist that a strait guy and 4 lesbians went as a group. Hanging out with them led me to think that I am definately my father's son. My Dad seems to have a knack for making friends with lesbians. We only stayed at the Strip Club for about a half hour before heading back to the Stone Wall for another hour or so. While I was at Stone Wall this time I made sure I was near the back when the performers came on again. I was uncomfortable enough the first time; I didn't want to be singled out again. My bum was felt up once when I was there the second time. I just ignored it and was glad it didn't happen again. So, my first (and only) night out in Gay Sydney was definately memorable, and I thank KooriMoonGrl and her daughterfor being my guide.
