Navigating the club is particularly difficult because there is no way to know where you are. The faint din of music on the Club O speaker system beckons me back out. I am not special, not a one-of-a-kind gay guy. Evenings are busy but this is a clickish place with old seeking young. A Conversation with Amber van de Bunt.
This is undisputable.
I put it in the back pocket of my jeans. Two strange men have looked at me and thought, Here is someone who is here for sex, no hang-ups. I am a scientist and my administered starch white towel is my lab coat.
I open my eyes hoping to replicate the beauty I discovered underwater earlier but instead a gush of water makes its way into my eye and dislodges one of my contacts as if to tell me to stop playing around and take something seriously for once.