Gays gayly absent in Sitges

Spain, Sitges,
19 Nov. 2010.

I wander the windy small streets of Sitges which is as dead as a rabbit roadkill, at this time of year, with the world gay community all busy with other affairs I guess though rumour has it this place will once again be overrun by homosexuals the world over, the numerous bars of this meditarenean village slashing it out with the volume of decibels...gays dressed in swimming trunks invading the discos with the nightlife continueing untill dawn, holding hands the way lovers do, the beds in the local Hostales being tested to its very limits every morning after a fruitfull Noche of looking for the same gender bed partner...

The stories continue and continue in this small local bar where I have taken up temporary residence for Un Cafe Con Leche Caliente the Spanish way, listening to what these Ancianos tell me about the international gay community that takes over their precious little coastal Aldea each summer, bringing no Paz or Quietut but lots of Dinero, walking the boulevard unabashed and in feminine ways, proud of their Maricon ways, feeling at home in a Hispanohablante world where nobody objects to their gay behaviour...apart off course from these ancient toothless local men who knock down small bottles of Damm Estrella and Copitas of strong Conyac and have Nada Millor A Hacer in their old age but complain...

¨Es Usted Maricon Tambien, Senyor?¨ they wanna know...I tell them ¨No, but the way I see it there can never be enough male homosexuals around in this world¨, after all the more male gays, the less competition with the ladies for me...Guess they never looked at it from that point of view...