I saw my first Cirque du Soleil show last night
(Mystere at Treasure Island, thanks to my friend L. for hooking us up). I had
always jokingly referred to them as Cirque du So Gay. Little did I realize how
spot-on that nickname was. Wow, there
were some major gay moments in that show. And before any of you strangers out
there bash me for gay-bashing, keep reading this blog long enough and you will
learn that I am, in fact, a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body and the
furthest thing from a homophobe possible.
Anyway, the show was amazing. Some of the bodies,
wow, muscles on top of muscles, surrounded by more muscles. And that was just
the chicks. But there was this one guy, we could see his six-pack all the way
back in our mid-theatre seats, he was that sculptured.
Overall I would say it was like Dr. Seuss sat down
to write a book set in a circus but before he did so he watched some tasteful
gay porn and dropped acid.
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