The end of the G-A-Y - Times Online
My second time to G-A-Y, which was my first time smelling poppers, I was wearing a lumberjack shirt. Declasse, I know. But it was one of three shirts I had packed to go to India. I had only hiking boots and sandals. I'm in this gorgeous ensemble in the cocktail lounge and a local comes up to me and asks, "Are you from Canada?" I answer yes, assuming he's a mind reader. He asks his next question, "And do you all dress like that?" and I realized he was just being a bitch.
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