La Poulette

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Gay week

My friend, whom I shall call the Rainbow Warrior for the purpose of this blog, is in town. The Poulette, one time fag hag extraordinare, has gone cold turkey lately, so the opportunity to get back in touch with her gaylord side is more than welcome. Question is, can she handle it?!
See, last time the RW was here, it was Heidi Fleiss all over again. For a grand total of three weeks my apartment was transformed into a gay brothel - except that no additional euro made its way to my bank account as a consequence. I am not sure exactly how many strange men found their way to my apartment and made good use of my Grankulla futon canapé and to be perfectly honest, I don't care to find out. What I do know is that The Bitch Downstairs was given further confirmation that Eastern European girls are indeed the sluts she took them to be. I also know that going to work during those days was hangover hell and the fact that my beverage of choice was Belgium's finest 8,5% beer Judas (trust me - that name is there for a reason) didn't help matters any.
Anyway, this time around things have been a tad calmer. I came home at 5am on Saturday morning after a night of gay barhopping - first Homo Erectus a favourite haunt of mine, not only because I'm usually presented with a rose upon entering (girls are a rare breed in those parts), followed by Chez Maman, a dark little establishment where drag queens descend the stairs above the bar - as if straight from heaven - and bellow out their karaoke favourites. It's loud, it's cheap, it's brash, it's wonderful. That same evening we took the last train to Antwerp and made our way to the coolest club in the world, where we danced until 6am, just in time for the first train back to Brussels. All the time in between has been spent watching trash television (painstakingly downloaded and brought all the way from Slovenia) of the likes of The Simple Life and Wife Swap.
So yes, coming to work on Monday morning was no cause for celebration, but at least I was hangover free. There have been no signs of the gay brothel to date and I'm glad that I've finally let my inner fag hag out to play. It was long overdue, after all. And yet... why am I still thinking that going to the Purebred's middle-of-nowhere-country-house-with-no-entertainment-value-whatsoever this coming week-end might not be such a bad idea after all?


  • At 9/27/2005 04:01:00 PM, Blogger crni said…

    Gay guys are awesome, especially when they set you up with their fag-hags!

    Too bad they're all going straight to hell, just like the "Judas" drinkers.

    Just kidding, here's a fun little game to temper the unavoidable responses...

  • At 9/27/2005 05:58:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Crni, one wonders: are you a puritan pervboy, a manic surfer of the strangest sites or do you just spend hours browsing the net in the interest of good commenting?

  • At 9/28/2005 03:03:00 PM, Anonymous rainbow warrior said…

    FYI, prior to my (now ex) boyfriend, there were only two guys who I brought to your abode (the black & the brasilian garbage man), so don't you even dare goin' all my-flat-servs-as-a-brothel-for-my-GBF-when-he's-in-Brussels on me. And even when there was a semen spillage, I was considerate enough to wash the cover of your beloved Ikea futon canapé. So there, now you know.

  • At 9/28/2005 05:12:00 PM, Blogger crni said…

    Poulette, dahling, I do it all for you.

    I'll let you in on a little secret. has a weird site listed every day. Over the years a lot of weirdness has accumulated. You can use the search to find it. Putting in "gay" and looking in "Anywhere" finds you this little gem, among other things: Gay or Eurotrash?

    But, see, all my efforts are in vain when what you need is a bit of a personal touch. Rainbow Warrior totally outdid me on this one and all I can say is, I tip my hat to the master. Like Homer Simpson said: "I like my beers cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming."

    Now that we know about the semen, do tell us more about the fudge, RW!

  • At 9/28/2005 07:34:00 PM, Anonymous rainbow warrior said…

    Crni, you sooo don't wanna open that (back) door, trust me (to Poulette's relief).


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