We've been in Miami for the weekend, which also happened to be Winter Party. This means that in addition to the normal armies of hoop-earringed hoochies and the teams of silver-necklaced guidos, there were thousands and thousands of incredibly tan and muscled gay men.
The homo horde took over The DoubleTree Hotel on Collins, and by 11 in the morning on Saturday, the techno music was blaring, and the men were already dancing with their hands in the air. This continued until sundown, bathing the entirety of South Beach with pounding repetitive house music and lyrics belted by nameless powerful black women. We've never seen so many gays in one place - and outside, a crowd had gathered simply to stare.
We have to be honest - we joined the gawkers at various points, gaping in at the heaving mass of flesh. And it wasn't just because they all had amazing steriod-sculpted bodies. It was because even though they are gay and we are gay, we felt very little in common with them. It was obvious that many, if not most of them, were under the influence of much more than alcohol, and the orgy vibe was clear to even the old, retired Jews on the boardwalk.
It made us happy that there is such diversity within our minority, but it made us wonder at the social factors that created the differences. Is it because we are younger, and grew up in a time and place where we were taught that we didn't need escapes like Circuit Parties to fully embody our sexuality? Most of the people at Winter Party were probably a decade older than we are, but it's not as though there weren't people our age there - we even glimpsed a couple of people we knew in the crowd. Is it that we aren't brave enough to give ourselves over to that kind of open sexuality and enthusiasm?
Whatever the answer, we learned something very important. Clearly we should be doing this gesture a lot more:
Because clearly doing that all day is the secret to an AMAZING body.