This weekend BC and I took Davide down to San Gregorio to introduce him to the mating rituals of the North American Gay Male. A portion of San Gregorio beach is accessible through a private road, which leads to an enclosed stretch of beach where the older more experienced hunter-gatherer gays gather drift wood logs and assemble them into attractive nests where they introduce young gays into their complex mating rituals. Watching how ingeniously sex is organized on the beach reminds me of the scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey where our simian ancestor learns how to use a bone to overtake his enemy, tosses it up in the air, and suddenly we’re riding on the space station. One dark-haired gay hung a bright blue flag outside his nest to indicate his availability, a red-breasted south bay gay stepped outside of his condo and jiggled his flushed buttocks in the direction of a passing gaggle of baby-gays. Hot oily skin, sandy lips, and spandex stretched to comic proportions.
When the tide comes in, all of the nests float back out to sea, the gays scatter to carry their new genetic deposits back to their various homes around the bay, and the cycle continues.
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