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What is it like for a gay, big-city, LA boy to move to Central Texas? I thought I'd start a series of randomly-recurring posts about things I've noticed since moving from the plastic-homo capital of America, West Hollywood, to the real-life capital of Texas: Austin.
When I first moved here -- for graduate school -- I wondered what I had gotten myself into. (People back home, when I told them I was moving to Texas, pretty much all had the same response: a gasp,or a scowl, or utter silence.) It's very different, to be sure. But different in ways I never expected.
Stereotype: Everything is Bigger in Texas.
Case Study No. 1: Trucks
Trucks are generally much bigger in Texas than elsewhere I've traveled. In fact, many times the roads seem to be made to accommodate vehicles with large tires and a high clearance -- as opposed to my little old 85 Benz, "Lady." (Poor Lady!)
Case Study No. 2: Gay Parties
Holy effing crap, I've worked at quite a few gay magazines, and I've never gone to an event that had as much crazy, unregulated gayness as Last Splash on Lake Travis. All the gays have their boats, they come from all over Texas, slip on their Spandex, pour the alcohol, pump the trance, tie their boats together, and the debauchery begins. It's a miracle no one drowned!
Case Study No. 3: Men
I'm 5'10. In LA, I'm just about average. Here, I'm definitely short. Which isn't a problem, cuz I like 'em tall. And as far as "bigger" in other ways is concerned? Well, judging by my utterly impartial, scientific sample, I can't say I've been disappointed. :)
Preliminary Conclusion: Everything IS bigger in Texas.
Next Time: RIP, Party Pig!
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