Patrick has his sexuality questioned, Goes to the beach

According to David van Boom, Sydney is 'The gayest city in the world'. Now for those of you that don't know DVB, he's doesn't mean 'gay' in the merry, jolly, let's have a picnic and hold hands while skipping kind of gay, he means the homosexual kind of gay.

I've spent the last four days living with homos. Five of them, to be exact. It's certainly a different experience than any other part of the trip.

David was kind of cute. He got up super-early and insisted on meeting me at the train station and also was texting me for updates in case I might be late. (I was) He's been living down here since November with his new boyfriend Scott. Scott is a really sweet guy. He's also 40, where David is 24. That threw me a little, but David's explaination, which makes sense, I guess, was that he would rather spend his life with a handsome 40-yr-old than with a 25-yr-old that might be ugly by the time they're 40.

It's a very David way of looking at things. And they're very cute, and very much in love. David is thinking of staying down here beyond his year-long Visa to be with Scott forever.

Anyway, my time in Sydney occured at the perfect time, as David is off work until the day after I leave. So we had all sorts of free time, and, on day 1, went to Bondi Beach, which was beautiful, and the GIRLS there... it's not even really fair. Made me want to cry with happiness. I would have stayed longer if I had known that that was essentially the only time I would see any this whole weekend. That night we drank (apparently a common occurance in the household) and got pizza at a really nice place around the corner and crashed and watched movies and drank some more. The next day David and I went to Manly, where there is also a nice beach, and threw a frisbee for a couple of hours. There was no sun, and, as a result, fewer girls on the beach. Which is unfortunate, really, because I'm pretty good with a frisbee. It was a slow day, and we cooked dinner with their new steam-cooker. It cooked much more slowly than advertized. We had lukewarm peas and carrots with our chicken schnitzel, and gave up on the garlic potatos. Watched some Will & Grace and some Miami Vice (terrible) and went to sleep.

Yesterday was the much-anticipated day of 'Fag Tag'. This was, apparently, a social event for the homos that occurs every couple of months or so, and the house was instructed by David not to tell me what it was. They kept making jokes that I should bring lube, wouldn't be able to sit down afterward, should get a little drunk first, etc. It was an interesting buildup. First, however, we saw Apocalypto. Now, first of all, the movie is named wrong. I assumed that the climax would be some apocalyptic event, and we would get to watch the downfall of the native society. This was not the case. Some natives get taken hostage, one escapes, and the rest of the movie is like a car chase, but with spears instead of expolsions. It was entertaining at times, but, really, was mostly a major disappointment. It also didn't really have an ending.

On the topic of major films, apparently Babel is an early Oscar favorite. No! This isn't right. It was a good movie, yes, but it was, in my opinion, three movies in one, where none of them are done right. They're all solid, don't get me wrong, but I don't think it's Oscar-worthy. Or maybe I just want to see Martin Scorscese finally get his oscar. I loved The Departed.

Now on to Fag Tag. Apparently, every couple of months, the gay and lesbien community organize to invade a straight bar for a day. We attended, and it was interesting. The first gentleman I met hit on me, and David told him that we (David and I) had dated back in Edmonton, and that was how we knew each other. The gentleman then asked if I was single, and I decided to play along and said that I was. (not really a lie) Apparently I was 'just his type' and he offered me a spot on his couch if I was uncomfortable with my current accommodations. I told him I'd think about it. Apparently I am quite attractive to gay men. Perhaps it was because I was probably the youngest one there, and, let's face it, I have a big of a baby-face. Anyway, we got drunk and then went and got Indian food and then went home and went to bed early, but not before watching The da Vinci Code.

I leave tonight and head back to Melbourne. I am waiting for word from Leah regarding where they are staying, their plans, etc. Sydney was fun. David says hi to everyone.

See you in a week!

-P