Only a strobe light's flash lit the space-guys fucked in the dark, leaving their beauty or hideousness a secret-but at one point the gasp of light lit a man's face. Behind black walls, with glory holes drilled into them, and more fabric, guys stood in the dark, sucking, rimming, and fucking in daisy chains and in one-on-one pairs. Waiting in line, I saw a few guys walk behind a black curtain. I pretty much only listen to pop music and Tracy Chapman, so I got in line for drinks with my internet friends instead of dancing with strangers, although I'm sober. What looked like a thousand people booty shaked in a poorly air-conditioned space against industrial beats. Inside, the rave was hot, both figuratively and literally. The party promoter ran in the room screaming. I kept sucking dick, but other guys tore apart from their daisy chain. People wore white tees at the Glendale rave. Even at the exclusive Berghain in Berlin, the guys look seedy in their rubber jumpsuits and ass chaps. I never thought I'd seen a dreamy possibly heroin-addicted gay model at a rave, with an orgy behind a black curtain.
An elderly movie producer of an iconic 1990s romantic comedy stood against the wall, while both a shirtless YouTube celebrity and a skinny skater-type model with lengthy Kurt Cobain-style hair danced alone. In a Von Dutch hat and cut offs, I felt overdressed. Their bodies ranged from skeletal to Hulk Hogan-like, but they all exhibited their bodies in the same way: shirtless or with Andrew Christian underwear hanging out of their jeans to let you know they were bottoms, offering their asses for the taking. The warehouse district looked and smelled like Brooklyn's Gowanus canal: Large grey buildings, against a navy blue sky that reeked of pollution.Īfter we paid $20 each, we crossed through a chainlink fence into a large alley filled with hundreds of men. (Yes, you can live in malls in Southern California.) The glory hole was actually a huge gay warehouse rave, which happened to have a glory hole behind a black curtain. The suburb smells like piss, but houses my favorite Los Angeles mall: The Americana, a Mainstreet USA-style outdoor mall that has a huge fountain, fake grass, and condos. We piled into a car and cruised to Glendale. I'm a basic bitch when it comes to sex, but I'm still a boy, driven by my dick more than my brain, so I've never said no to a glory hole. Once we grew bored of watching their performances, one of the girls suggested we go to a gay glory hole in the Los Angeles suburb of Glendale.
How do you think Kim Kardashian kept Caitlyn Jenner's gender identity a secret for ten years, while also broadcasting her life on reality TV and social media? Everything is subtext problems go unacknowledged. They were very musical theatre, but they thought they looked sexy. Throughout the night, a twinky actor stumbled around the patio wearing a cowboy hat.Īt one point, him and one of his bros (who seemed to want to fuck each other) put lines of paint on their faces. An actress on a hit TV show flattered a manorexic Christian Slater-type in a leather jacket, but ultimately chose a guy with a man bun as her conquest for the night. We sat outside at a bar in Silverlake, the hipster part of Los Angeles which can best be described as Bushwick on a hill, watching young Hollywood types hit on each other and talk loudly about their auditions. They're a rare breed, even in the "Love Wins" era, and I appreciate them a lot. They were the good kind of straight people who understand Cher's discography but also never ask you to take them shopping. The night before the blood moon, I ended up at a bar with heterosexuals I only knew on Twitter. West Hollywood makes me anxious about my slender body. Here, the gay people tend to love weightlifting and plastic surgery, and both sexually and friends-wise, I prefer slightly feminine alt twinks or Jewish real estate agents. For the most part, I have only hung out with straight people in California. I wasn't sure what I wanted in my sex life (I still don't), but it definitely wasn't a glory hole. When I moved to Los Angeles from Brooklyn in May, I had no intentions of going to an orgy ever.