![]() If you have a hankerin’ for getting to know your fellow man in a biblical way and don’t mind doing it in a place that has routinely called us steers or queers (depending on which position you take), then OKC (the airport code for Oklahoma City) has sumpin’ special for you.Īctually, OKC has come a long way in a short period of time. I have been returning to the Habana Inn every year ever since (almost) to partake of the local flavor of men, who really do have a lot of pent-up demand for each other. ![]() The show went on for about ten minutes from there and then I needed another beer. I sat by the pool, got a beer, looked to my right where the curtains to one of the poolside rooms opened up and suddenly a man’s Speedo fell to the floor and another man bent over and helped him retrieve it – sorta. I remember when I first traveled to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, in 1994 – dab smack in the middle of the American Bible Belt – to visit a closeted friend whose family ran an oil supply business, I thought, ‘what could possibly await a hungry gay cub like me?’Īfter arriving at Will Rogers World Airport (the local joke is that it’s called World Airport because they couldn’t spell Inner-nach-nel), my friend took me to The Habana Inn, a local gay motor lodge of sorts where men stay for a night or two or more because, well, the price is right and companionship is affordable ( wink).
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