Jun 22, 2015
Summer 1997: Cruising for Straight Men at the Gilroy Garlic Festival
But in July 1997, shortly before I left San Francisco to go to graduate school in New York, my friend David suggested that we drive down to Gilroy for the annual garlic festival.
"Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "It will be full of straight people! We'd never make it out of town alive!"
"I was there last year. It's fine -- nobody says anything. The straights might not like us very much, but they don't mind taking our money. Besides, it's full of the cutest small-town rednecks you'd ever hope to meet."
"You don't....cruise straight men?" I asked, aghast. "That's just asking to get beat up!"
"Boy, you've got to get over this straight-o-phobia of yours. Straight guys get just as horny as you and me. Tell you what -- we'll get a hotel room, spend the night, and if you don't trick with a straight guy, I'll pay for the whole trip."
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it at Tales of West Hollywood.