Gay State Girl writes:
Beatrix: “Which state is the ‘gay state’? Is there a state any ‘gayer’ than my native California? (To which I shall never return)”
GSG: Oh yes there is. The Bay State, also the first to legalize same sex marriage. California is home to The Gay Area and Long Beach, but the large number of Hispanics balance it out, so that liberals can’t have their (wedding) cake and eat it too.
It is true that there is a lot of homosexuality in San Fransisco proper, but there are also lots of straight people and I do mean lots. Outside of SF proper, I do not believe there is a lot of homosexuality in the Bay Area. I never saw much of it in the South or the East Bay, and I spent time in both.
There is a lot of homosexuality in Long Beach, and I do mean a lot. Most of it is centered around an area called Broadway. In the rest of Long Beach, you don’t see much faggotry.
I lived in Long Beach for five months near campus, and I went to school there for 2 1/2 years, and I never saw much faggotry, though I did see a bit of it to be honest. In the whole time I lived and went to school there, I was never even aware of the queered out area around Broadway, so it’s not like they’ve taken over the whole place. They are mostly restricted to one part of town.
San Diego supposedly has a gay community. I think it is called Highland Park. I spent time with a friend and his girlfriend there once, and they lived in that district. I once saw two possible gay guys walking down the street, otherwise I saw nothing.
There is a lot of homosexuality in Laguna Beach in Orange County, but there are also tons I mean tons of straight people. You could see a lot of it late at night along PCH when the highway is full of good looking young queers walking and cruising all over the place.
When I was 21-22, I spent some time there because I had an older girlfriend (SM, age 37-38) who lived there, and I never saw much homosexuality. Though once SM had a party, and there were two queers there. One kept staring at me all night, really creeping me out, and another one was a good looking young guy who apparently had a tiny blood stain on the ass of his pants, as my terrified best friend pointed out.
SM and I used to go to this bar in town. Forget the name. I also used to go there by myself. When I told people I hung out there, people would say, “The _____ Bar! That’s a gay bar!” Implying I was a fag for going there. But I went to that bar. It wasn’t a gay bar at all. Straight bar as far as I could tell.
One time I was going to the bar with SM and some of her girlfriends. One of them was a 30 year old cutie (30YO). “Some Girls” by Mick Jagger was on my cassette. “Black girls only want to get fucked all night. I only wish I had that much jam…” sang Mick. “What did he say?” SM asked. I told her, and she started giggling. “Oh God, I love Mick Jagger,” she said in her wild French accent. 30YO hissed, “I hate Mick Jagger! He’s a pig!” SM giggled some more and I turned around and laughed in 30YO’s face.
As we were walking towards the bar, 30YO turned around and yelled at me. “You’re weird!” She screeched. I was obsessing about something in my head.
Later we were on the dance floor, and she came up to me, robot-like, with this zombie look on her face. “I’m going to Europe this summer, and I will stay there all summer. You can stay there at my place all summer long, rent free!” She looked like a Stepford Wife. I just shook my head and said, “Ok.” I couldn’t make sense of her behavior, but I think she was trying to steal me away from SM.
I also worked in South Laguna for a couple of years in the late 1980′s at a gated community for the filthy rich. I saw little homosexuality there, but there was a little park nearby where the queers hung out, apparently so they could suck each other’s cocks in the public restrooms. Anywhere you have lots of queers, they always ruin the public restrooms this way.
I used to go there on my breaks and just hang out in my car and eat lunch. There was this one older queer who used to hang out in the lot too, probably looking for cocks to suck in public.
One time I told him about how queers were destroying the restroom by turning it into a Goddamned gay bathhouse, and he vigorously defended the God-given right of queers to destroy any public restroom in the land by taking it over and turning into a public gay bar backroom. This sort of degeneracy is typical – almost all queers will vigorously defend the right of queers to destroy public restrooms this way, and this depraved mindset is one thing I can’t stand about queers.
One time I was there, and I went to the restroom. I put my old car in park and left the engine running. With older cars, you can’t do that. After 20 years or so, the little teeth on the automatic transmission wear out and the car will shift by itself out of park and into reverse. Then your car will start taking off in reverse of wherever you parked it.
Well, I was coming out of the head, and all of sudden my car started taking off across the parking lot, picking up speed as it raced in reverse. It was pretty comical! Like an idiot, I started chasing the car across the lot.
Finally it hit some poor shmuck’s car and stopped. I put my head in my hands. The guy who owned the car came running across the lot and confronted me. He was a queer. Not only that, but he was a degenerate (basically a redundancy). He was hanging out at the restroom like a sicko so he could suck guys’ cocks in public. This much was obvious.
He went into totally insane, flipped out fag nutcase mode. He was jumping up and down, screaming and yelling, acting like he was going to hit me. “You idiot! You idiot!” he screeched in his faggiest voice possible. That’s all he was saying. Then he said I would have to pay to fix his car, and he was going to sue me. His car was like a part of his body or something, and he made that clear to me.
I kept trying to calm the fool down, but he wouldn’t stop screeching like a girl. He was really annoying, but I kept my cool and didn’t get mad. It was almost funny the way he was jumping up and down like a woman and almost threatening to punch me, and it was very hard to suppress my laughter.
I got it all straightened out and agreed to pay him $300 to fix his car and let bygones be bygones.
Now every time I see someone with an automatic put the car in park with the engine running and get out to something, I warn them.
Los Angeles, by far the gayest place in California, was dealt with earlier.
In the rest of California, there really is little to no recognizable gay community. There are probably gays in most areas, but you won’t really see them in most places, and they don’t have any obvious communities.