Gay for Pay made a beeline for me, instantly getting photographers to take pictures of us together. The minute I stepped outside for some "fresh air" (with the smokers), Mr. The Castro was at capacity despite the rain, and the establishment maintained crowd control by herding people who needed air into the side alleys. Little did I think that when I took a breather from the hours-long awards ceremony, one of the gay-porn stars - or, actually, a " gay-for-pay" porn star - would nearly take Kathy seriously and cross the lines of play-flirting to wake me from my Big Gay Al's reverie. I was in total agreement - We were the few! The proud! The girls! All those glamorous hot men smiling at me and getting me drinks and complimenting me - and none of them poised to do more than flirt shamelessly and whisper sexily in my ear that I had matched the right purse with my outfit.
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