Thursday 3 February 2011

Taipei Redux: Who's Yo' Daddy?

Hello, Friends!

I first went to Taipei to distract myself from heartbreak. That was 2007. I can't remember much from it anymore, except it was crazy. I had to dig up an old journal entry to remind myself of what happened exactly.

Here are some excerpts.

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The weekend really started as soon as I got together with my friends, Avalo and Kurt, at 1am in Club Jump.

By 4am, everybody had their shirts off. An older Caucasian man sidled up to me and asked, "Where are you staying?"

"In a small hotel on Songshan Road," I replied.

"Not tonight," he winked, then started grinding against me. "Big Daddy" (French, I later found out) was a giant. 6'4," sweaty and hairy. He had large, crazy eyes.

"Big Daddy wants you," Avalo prodded.

"But I don't want Big Daddy," I huffed. "Let's go! Where next??"

"Ask Big Daddy. He's in charge," Avalo deadpanned.

Well... If Big Daddy was the ringleader in Taipei, as he indeed appeared to be... I heaved a big sigh and put on what I hoped was a sexy face. I slung an arm around Big Daddy's shoulder and asked, "So, what's next?"

Big Daddy wanted to take me home, but since I refused to go home alone with him, he invited everyone else who was left at the club to come to his place.

AMHGB™ outside Jump with Big Daddy
Big Daddy is some sort of designer. He has homes in Paris, Shanghai, Bangkok, Rio... His home in Taipei was very modern. Mostly white punctuated by reds. Spaces flowed into each other seamlessly.


"I'm not fucking Big Daddy," Avalo mumbled, his voice rising with panic. He pressed a Viagra into my palm. "He's yours," he decided.

My heart sank to my stomach, but the look on Avalo's face left no room for argument.

I swallowed the pill.

Big Daddy brought me to his closet, which was twice as large as my flat in Hong Kong.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered.

I did.

"You're not wearing underwear," he said, stating the obvious.

I looked at him strangely and asked, "Is that gonna be a problem?"

"Of course!" he barked.

He threw me a pair of blue mesh shorts. His boyfriend's, he explained, currently in Sau Paolo.

Big Daddy stripped and put on a pair of avocado green briefs that said at the bum, "Can't touch this."



He then led me back out to where the boys where lounging.

On Big Daddy's arm, I commanded, "Come on boys! PANTS DOWN!"

Everyone had trendy underwear on. Candy-coloured, sporty, printed, fun, with cartoon characters, posh (of Versace and CK persuasion). Turns out, every gay boy in Taipei wears stylish underpants in case they get invited to an underwear party. Such as this one.

At this point, the Viagra kicked in and I was tenting my blue mesh shorts.

Kurt came up to me. "The boys are laughing at you for thinking that this was gonna be an orgy," he giggled.

It really wasn't meant to be anything more than an underwear party.

Drat.

AMHGB™, Sam & Big Daddy
Big Daddy called everyone into the bedroom.

"Clean boys on the bed, dirty boys on the floor!" he barked.

Avalo and myself showered together first, since someone obviously needed to break the ice and I wasn't about to do it alone. The bath was separated from the master's suite by just a sliding glass wall. You shower; everybody else watches.

Since there was an abundance of cute Taiwanese boys, Avalo ended up showering twice more.

It turned out to be a fun party, in the end - drinking, cuddling, dancing, massages, talking shit.

It was midday when Avalo, Kurt and myself decided to leave.


Big Daddy gave me his business card. "Call me next time you're in Teipei," he said. "I can be anybody you want me to be: Your tour guide, Big Daddy; Your friend, Big Daddy; or your boyfriend, Big Daddy."

***

I've since lost contact with Big Daddy.

But this time, I didn't escape to Taipei to nurse a heartbreak.




With Affection,
James

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