It has taken me some time to write this blog as I have been unsure how to approach it. I don't think there is any point in recalling the details of exactly what I did as to be honest, 80% of it consisted of early mornings for travel, tourist food and alcohol. After all, it was Winter Pride and I had been attempting to get to Pride in Gran Canaria at least once before turning 30. That said, I am sure that if I was writing this at 19, it would probably include many more redactions than this one does.
What I will say is that it was a great little break where there was no rush or requirement to go and see interesting things (even though walking up the volcano would have been very interesting), it was just the opportunity to sit around with some good friends and...well....drink. The Yumbo Centre is certainly something of a Mecca for the gays but it was nothing like what I expected. On the Friday night, we walked past a restaurant that we had seen the previous day, tonight it was full of German pensioners all listening to folk music and dancing. As you walk literally 10 seconds around the corner and see the main stage for the pride event with guys walking around wearing thongs. In some cases, these older pensioners were sat outside the gay bars and watching what was going on around them with a drink. I guess you had to be there but I was shocked.
The last point I think is the visit to the gay beach. Everybody watches porn and everybody has a stereotype of what an ideal body looks like. Lets not lie, in the gay community this is amplified 10 fold and if you do go by most mainstream 'adult viewing' then all gays are sculpted out of the very best marble (obviously this is not the case for everyone nor is it everyones view but let us be honest, it is a gay problem). Anyway, being on this beach could not have been further from the stereotype. The marble adonis was actually non-existent instead being replaced by guys from all the extremes of age, body type etc. It was an eye opener. I sound very naive here I know but it was a first for me.
Either way, a good time had by all and we didn't even need to mention me drunkenly climbing a fence a causing a gash in my arm and leg that is still visible now 4 weeks later. Fun times!
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