Bisexual, It wasn’t a word that was part of my day to day language back in the Canadian Prairies. However, since moving to the big city of Los Angeles – and hanging out in the Hollywood-Beverly Hills-Los Angeles scene – has definitely exposed and opened me up to a whole new world of sexual preferences – bisexual being one.
LA is a city – THANK GOD – that no matter who you are, you can find a place where you are accepted, and are encouraged to be who you are, and where you can safely express yourself: Homosexual, Lesbian, Bisexual, Heterosexual, Transgender, Cross-Dressing….we acknowledge and accept it all. Nightclubs, restaurants, shops, social clubs – there are places where, no matter your sexual preference and what you are into, you can find a crowd where you feel at home.
Let’s face it….I live in a city where a world class Olympian, who won gold-medals and made world history in the process, got married and had kids, got divorced and remarried a now famous ‘Momager’ and had more kids, starred on a number one hit Reality TV show, got divorced again….and then decided after all that, in an effort to be true to himself – himself which became herself – made the leap from my name is Bruce to, well… ‘Just call me Cait’. A city where, Bruce Jenner who blossomed into Caitlyn Jenner, has become loved, cherished and accepted. And I have to admit, all of this, makes me proud to call myself a Los Angelite.
That being said………
It was a Saturday night, and I was going out to an ‘invite-only’, sure to be ‘shi shi’, ‘you had better be on the list or you aren’t getting a wrist-band and getting in’ party. I could hardly wait! It just so happened, that one of my many ‘Gusbands’ had invited me to be his plus one for this ‘sure to be fabulous’ event, and I was tagging along with him and his buddy.
Gay friends are often the most fun to go to a party with, for a variety of reasons:
- They aren’t in competition with you….
- The love to dance and have fun….
- They will be the perfect wingman when you need them to be….
- Straight guys aren’t jealous of them, and won’t be afraid to approach you….
- And they are still chivalrous and treat you the way a girl wants to be treated…..
So, on this night, when my Gusband came to fetch me, and his buddy Jeremy was crammed in the back of his Audi with another guy who was new to the mix – I knew it was Janell plus three ‘boys’ heading out for a night of fun.
Gusband’s buddy, Jeremy, was dating a new boy named Anthony. As we stood in line to check in, Anthony, playfully told me in a very sexy Spanish accent, that his name was really pronounced Antonio in ‘Espangol’. This prompted me to make a proclamation, out loud, that he would ‘for now and forever’ only be known as Antonio to me! A proclamation which made him blush and smile at the same time. Antonio was a good looking guy: athletic, about 5 ’11, with beautiful soft curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes – I could see why Jeremy was smitten with him.
Once secured with our wrist-bands, we entered the nightclub – a nightclub that was closed to the public for this private Hollywood event – and headed straight to the bar to get our cocktails to help get our night started. Hollywood private parties are always fun for people watching – celebrity spotting being high on that list – and there are usually a few invited (sometimes paid to be in attendance) celebrities in the mix. Combine that with a great DJ, free drinks, hors d’oeurves, and usually some sort of fabulous (or not) gift bag upon departure, the party becomes a ‘sure to have fun’ and ‘not to be missed’ Hollywood social event.
As we drank our cocktails, engaging in harmless ‘people watching’ gossip, the effects of the alcohol slowly but surely loosened us up to the point that we all decided dancing was what we needed to do. Now, anyone who knows me at all, knows that I LOVE to dance, and can – dance all night. What started out as four people dancing, eventually petered down to two, as Antonio and I were the last two standing on the floor from our party. Gusband and Jeremy took off, and left us alone on the dance floor for the rest of the night.
By this time I was completely comfortable with Antonio, and ‘holy crap’, was he a good dancer. He had those ‘dirty dancing’ moves – and being that he was a gay man – I had no issue playing along, and actually – quite liked it. Antonio and I really hit it off. When we took breaks from the dance floor to refill our glasses, we chatted non-stop and were overly affectionate with each other; hand holding, and hugging, then back to the floor for some more ‘let’s get down to it dance moves.’ We both were having a blast.
Two hours later, through the now heavily packed dance floor, Antonio felt his phone repeatedly buzzing in his pocket, and stopped to check this ‘must be urgent’ text message, so I checked my phone in my bag to see if anything urgent was happening in ‘Janell world’. We both found text messages that Gusband and Jeremy were ready to leave, and we had like five minutes to make our way to the exit, so we had better hurry our asses, kind of a text message.
Antonio and I were both a bit disappointed, but I looked at him and gave him a huge hug and whispered in his ear (okay more like yelled loudly in his ear, because the music was crazy loud), that I had had the best time. And with that I started off the dance floor with Antonio following behind, making our way through the frenzied crowd.
When we were off the dance floor, and better able to hear, yet not quite to the exit, Antonio grabbed my arm, and pulled me in close to him. And I will never forget the words he said to me…… “You are so sexy, I really want to sleep with you, will you come home with me?” I looked at him, I am sure with a frozen face, and the words, “Buutttt youuuu arrre Gaayyyyy” stuttered out of my mouth.
He looked at me, and said that he knew that, but that he really thought I was hot and all he wanted to do was… sleep with me. So, all of the dirty dance moves and grinding that I thought were HARMLESS – apparently…were not. I had felt completely comfortable with the dancing, with the flirting, and with the dirty dance moves BECAUSE he was gay. A now confused me asked, “Have you ever slept with a girl before?” Antonio shook his head, he said he had never thought of it before, but my dance moves had turned him on, and all he could think of was, well, doing me! I didn’t know what to say, and at that moment Gusband grabbed my arm and said “There you guys are, come’on, Jeremy is in the car waiting, we have your gift bags, let’s go.”
I had that ‘nervous chattiness’ on the way home, and was glad that I was seated in the front next to my safe Gusband, and as I stated before, all of my Gusbands and gay friends are chivalrous by nature, so I was very happy and relieved that I was the first one to be dropped off for the night.
Home…munching on some chips – and drinking copious amount of water as I was dehydrated from the dancing and the alcohol – I went through the gift bag and then crawled into bed. And what did I think of as I was drifting off to sleep? Antonio… and having sex with Antonio, and how much I really wanted to have sex with Antonio. I realized that the ‘dirty’ dance moves had ‘moved’ something in me as well. I thought about being his ‘first’, and how that might be kind of ‘special’. Then in an attempt to try to curb these impulses, I tried to reason with my brain as to why I could never and should never have sex with Antonio. I barely slept that night. This was the first time that I had been hit on by a gay man, a gay man who wanted to do me.
The next morning, as I was drinking my coffee from my comfy bed, before I had even wiped the left over mascara off my face, I was already on the phone chatting with one of my best bitches, and filling her in on the details of my escapades and ‘almost escapades’ of the night prior. I was half part speechless, yet half part giddy – you know that giddy feeling you get when you meet a guy you like? Until, my girlfriend’s sage voice slapped me back to reality… “Janell, he is gay….or maybe now because of your grinding dance moves he has tapped into his bisexual tendencies….or maybe he is just a horn dog, but regardless, do you really want to even think about sleeping with a man who is sleeping with other men?”
And that was all it took, all sexual thoughts about Antonio were pretty much out of my head from that moment on. (Pretty much!) And a few weeks later, when I went out with Gusband for a bite to The Abbey, and when we ran into Jeremy, a dateless Jeremey went on to tell me how hard dating in LA was, and how much he had really like Anthony who had basically disappeared after we had all hung out at that awesome party a few weeks back, and I did I want to do a story for my blog about how hard dating in LA was from a gay guy’s perspective?
And…I felt like I had to tell him that maybe his Anthony, my Antonio, was bisexual, or at least bi-curious. So I decided to confess the entire story as to what happened that night – feeling guilty like a mistress who was confessing to her lover’s wife – as to why….why…why Anthony had likely disappeared from his life like a ghost into the night. And, simultaneously, hoping to somehow placate Jeremy’s wounded heart into realizing that he had done nothing wrong that night, except drag a straight girl along and leaving her alone with his man.
So, the first moral of this Hollywood Bisexual Boy story is…..
Never judge a book by its cover, as the story that unfolds in the pages held within; might truly surprise you.
The second moral of this Hollywood Bisexual Boy story is…..
When in Rome, do as the Romans do…Or Not?!
And, the last moral of this true life Hollywood Bisexual Boy story is….
It really is true what they say, to know me….is to LOVE me…LOL
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