The gay section of the beach in Fort Laurderdale is the entrance at Sebastian and A1A. Mostly the beach is filled with middle ages guys and older which is nice change from the pretty boys. Most of the changes at the beach are for the better. No more boom boxes blasting disc. Now the most annoying thing is the cell phones. Its bad enough that you have to listen to people discussing all of their personal stuff , but some of the people actually critique the beach. One tacky middle age New Yorker in a gold necklace and bracelet called his friends to tell him there was nothing but alta cockers at he beach {Yiddish for old Farts). Another was giving complete descriptions of what everyone was wearing at the beach and who shouldn't be wearing what suit. There appears to be an unspoken competition at the beach over who can remove their swimsuits in the most lady like fashion. The competition goes as follows .You must wrap a large beach towel around your waist then slowly and delicately remove your suit and put on your short pants. It looks kinda like the little dance to keep the egg from freezing in March of the Penguins. It appears even the most macho of gay men like to participate in this contest. Guys who at 6'4" and 52 inch shoulders love to to make a rap around skirt and work that speedo down like a tight girdle to the sand then delicately work the shorts up under the towel skirt. They always look so proud when they've completed dressing. Looking around to see who has been watching them.Then they nod like they didn't show so much as a single pube. I really have a tuff time time understanding why this is necessry in the first place consisering the suit hasn't gotten wet. Why not slip your pants over your dry trucks or speedo. I'm thinking of bringing a score card like at the Olympics.
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