The weekend is Mardi Gras in Sydney, with an estimated viewing crowd of around 300,000. When we attended the parade in the mid to late 1990s, it was well over 400,000, the biggest year for crowd attendances, as far as I know. When we met Victor from Sydney yesterday who does not live too far from the parade route, he mentioned what he now enjoys is seeing the parade/subsequent party attendees the next morning. Yes, they will be wasted by drugs and alcohol, some still in party mode, but many fading badly. Their tans, muscles or slimness, and hair all hold up though. Just maybe not their makeup.
Should you wish to brunch the day after Mardi Gras in Sydney's inner eastern to south eastern/western cafes, there is a very good chance you will get excellent service from your waiter still affected by speed, or really bad service by someone who is coming down from their big night out and whatever they have indulged in.
There is a classic photo taken many years ago of the morning after Mardi Gras party attendees sitting in the gutter of I think Little Oxford Street with perhaps a drink in hand. The details are foggy for me, but we did that a few years after the classic photo was taken, when we attended Mardi Gras.
Oh look, how cute of Google Maps to have made the parade route rainbow coloured. Be afraid. Google is very ingratiating.
Saturday, we brunched with two gay men, neither of who were at Mardi Gras later that evening, and one was from Sydney. In the evening we dined with two gay men, neither of whom were at Mardi Gras. Our Dyke Friend is travelling and we are looking after Dog Jack for the last time before she moves to Tasmania. She is not at Mardi Gras. As far as I know, no gay workmate has gone to Mardi Gras this year. Maybe our gay Friend in Japan viewed the parade from her Sydney hotel room. That she is on a work trip could get a room with a view of the parade tells you something.
Mardi Gras is probably still a lot of fun for the young gay kiddies who are out there, those who love to dress up and parade. Still a good spectacle, still good for those who like to perform in public and those hard core dance party animals, gay, straight and anything in between. Sydney seems to breed and attract very fluid people.
But you know what most gay people were doing in Australia on the night of Sydney's Poof Christmas? Probably doing what I am doing as I write this, at home watching an earlier recording from tv of Call the Midwife, or something similar.......maybe knitting or maybe pondering how they can clean up their garbage tip of a home.
Gay stereotypes can be useful, but so few of us fit. Men who have sex with men cannot be categorised and have only two things in common, being male and liking men in that very special and exciting way. (Well, it was once very exciting)
Happy Mardi Gras.