I spent the weekend in Los Angeles, one of the three jewels in my fantasy California crown (with San Fran and San Diego). Gay Days 2 was happening and Disneyland, so we added a visit to Magic Mountain and headed out. What follows is a brief essay of our experiences.
Gay Days is sort of a mindfuck. You walk into Disneyland wearing your red shirt and you are visually numbed by the wide sea of red shirts that stretches out in front of you. Everywhere you go throughout the park, there are tons of red shirts. It’s the only time I’ve ever experienced the absolute opposite of the closet: everyone puts it out there. And heterosexuals, for one day, might have a taste of what it feels like to be the minority. Because there were a lot of queer folks there. And it was a wonderful feeling.
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