Southern Decadence

Every Labor Day weekend in September, thousands of people go to New Orleans to party with abandonment. What started out as a private party among group of friends in the 70s has now become Southern Decadence, the gay Mardi Gras. I have been going to Southern Decadence for the past 7 years and everything you heard about it is true. Yes, some people get naked. Yes, some have sex. Yes, every one has fun. The fun surround s a four by two blocks end of Bourbon street where the gay bars are, and spill out over toward the "straight" part of Bourbon street and over to Royal and Dauphine streets.

The great thing about New Orleans is that if all of this fun is too much for you, there are plenty of other things to do. I personally do not have the stamina to stand on a balcony all day long and throw beads to all those buffed, beefy boys for a second of nakedness in the 100 degree plus heat. I need my Cafe du Monde break, my Harrah's slot machine break, my jumbo muffaletta break and my swamp tour break.

I have friends who are concerned about bringing their love ones to this sinful event. My answer is; if you can't or won't participate, you can always look. After all, I go to Southern Decadence every year with my brother and sisters and their wife and husband. In fact, last year while the whole entire Han clan was gambling away at the casino, my well-seasoned sister-in-law took a young female friend to the dance club, Oz, on Bourbon St.. There, our young friend experienced gay porn for the first time, but this time, it was right in front of her eyes with no editing. That is how you break in a "Fag Hag". Is this word too political incorrect? For those who are interested in going to Southern Decadence 2002, I will be supplementing this article with detail information in the upcoming months.

See you in the BIG EASY.