What Kind of Person...

What kind of person goes to a party where there will be guaranteed sexual activity in the pool, jacuzzi, steam room and sauna, (not to mention the locker room and bathroom facilities)? Well me of course, but my question was meant to be a little more general and little less specific!

My answer to this question would be emotional unavailable gay men who are looking for other unapologetic homosexuals that share a love for at least two of the following: uninhibited sexuality, recreational drug-use, binge drinking, water-sports of any kind, or the refreshing smell of chlorine. Although it would be impossible to place all these mo’s in a general category, I find their motives to be quite obvious and generalized.

Just like myself, many gay men in NYC find it blasphemous to not partake in the unique and exciting opportunities and experiences that the greatest city in this country offers us. I don’t believe it has anything to do with morality, but rather everything to do with a person’s individual ideology. I believe it’s very important to have as much fun as possible without becoming hazardous to others around you, and my value system places having fun with friends paramount to anything else.

This post seems a bit like I’m trying to rationalize my attendance at this party, but rather it is meant to further explore where I fit in this world, and more specifically in this city. Sometime I feel like I’m on a prolonged vacation, and – in the case of this weekend – the Spring Break I never had. One of my jaded personalities hasn’t quite found it’s niche on this island, and sometimes it makes me feel like just another ordinary transplant. I seem to be continually searching for new portals into a life that may never be mine, stuck on the same level, with other players constantly passing me on the way to beating this game of life.

Should I come to terms with the fact that all that I may ever be is a city boy who conjured up enough ambitious energy to escape the country and is only good at having a good time with friends in both unusual and ordinary ways? Should I accept the fact that I may never be wildly successful or definitively great in the eyes of the world-at-large? I’m not sure, but I have hope that there is a happy-medium; where the extraordinary meets the pleasantly ordinary, where the rich meets the intriguingly economical, where gorgeous meets strangely beautiful, and where exciting meets incredibly lame!

At the end of the day, I think it’s less about gaping the differences between what I am and what I want to be and more about my lack of interest in becoming a grown-up anytime soon. I’m currently rebelling against society’s idea that everyone should start growing up after being in the real world for a few years, whatever the “real world” is.

So until the day I wake up and feel the need (and ability) to change my lifestyle and take on the role of grown-up, bring on the smell of chlorine!