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TreSwank -> Fiery Chicano Gayness. (8/7/2006 9:00:36 PM)
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A little less than a year ago I bar-backed part-time at a local booze joint that was one of two gay establishments in town. This place did a decent business, with regular band appearances and eclectic DJ's spinning at least once a week.
One thing that I noticed while working in "said" bar, is that there's an extremely noticeable, fiery, pheremone-dripping quality to gay hispanic males, that is the personality equivalent of super-spicy Goya food products. Oh yeah.........just having one of these hot-blooded Don Juan's gaze at you is enough to send ripples of hot pink up your spine!!!!
Hispanic Night was probably the "hottest" night we'd ever had, second only to Sailfest. When Latin people are cutting a rug in the heat of passion, the paint on outdoor bar decks will get DESTROYED, and plastic chairs WILL get knocked the hell over, but you're so swept away with the excitement, that you don't give a good goddamn. These people turn into a collective mass of concupiscent sex-machines, with the physical appeal of a thousand Brad Pitts sitting naked in a Hollywood steam-room.
I'm not gay, but if I were, I hope to God I would be hispanic. I'd probably wear an open leather vest during the summer, with skin-tight Calvin Klein jeans, and call myself "Esteban". Who need's more than one name when you're a big mass of walking Mojo?
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