Where Have All The Gorgeous Gays Gone?

Out of all the stereotypical reasons why straight girls like going to gay clubs, the only one that Taboo (at Tanjong Pagar) didn’t epitomize on Saturday night was that they’re full of gorgeous men. I have to say I didn’t find the sight of an entire club full of skin-tight singleted sweaty men with meticulously gelled and almost universally spiky hair particularly pleasant. While I admit to the occasional beefcake weakness, the rumpled intellectual look tends to keep my knees most lastingly shaky. But hey, there was good music, no sleazy gropers, good company (Ida, Yen, Fay, the guys will remain unnamed) and no cover charge, and so I had a smashingly good time.