For a party that boasts itself to be a wild drug crazed sex romp, there was much in the way of drugs but little delivery on said “sex.” Last night I decided to go against my better judgment and give Westgay at Westway another shot figuring it may have improved over time. My thoughts were that they definitely picked up the pace as far as attendance with a line that stretched the block to get in.
The deliciously dressed Markus Kelleman greets everyone at the door as they wait in various fashion violations like cookie cutter “wife beater” shirts, shorts, and… SANDALS? Oh, good Gawd! I’m already out of my element and even New York City’s by this point. With a deep breath I head inside to be met by a sensory overload that makes my eyes water from the smoke (I’m even a chain smoker), my nose burn from the lack of proper personal hygiene on the part of the attendees, and my body drip with sweat due to no ventilation or air conditioning.
Ok, whatever. I can deal with this. The Cock is a fun sex club with all of those things and it’s always a riot to go there. Time to find this “sex” they talk about when speaking of Westgay. The first room is huge but there is little room to maneuver yourself among the cliquey groups and whiney hosts who give stares that say they are either too drugged up or just don’t want to be there… or both?
The infamous back room. Ha! I’ve finally been stepped on, pushed, and shoved enough to be rewarded with… nothing more than a small group of nerdy looking guys sitting around, clutching their drinks for dear life, and look awkward? Fuck! Where is this “sex” they speak of in this club? “Hmmm…,” I ponder to myself while thinking of a backup plan.
I dart outside for a quick cigarette (even though you’re allowed to smoke indoors apparently.) It figures that the last time I was here I literally took a nap on a couch. What’s that? I guess across the street on a ledge is where the horny homos go for a little touch-n-feel because there were two guys going at it. Well, hardcore tongue in mouth I mean. Eh, I’m going to Le Souk.
