But as today was a national holiday, many of the roomies decided to get bellig. So I got home from class, passed out by 5 pm due to mega jetlag, and woke up around 10 or 11 pm to find a party in my house. They shared the shochu (vodka, ish) and whiskey liberally, but basically everyone else had a fairly low alcohol tolerance so there were a lot of red faces.
Gaydar is culturally subjective. In the states, I have surprisingly good gaydar. If I can tell at all, I usually pick up on the 'mo vibe upon the first eye-contact when meeting someone new. This is not necessarily true in Japan, in large part because much of the hip/fashionable clothing for young men would be effeminate--dare I say fabulous--by our standards.
|I probably shouldn't drink this. But they were all out of GAY TEA, so I made do.|
One of my housemates, Mochi, is cute as a button and flirtatious with anything that moves and basically a Japanese version of my roommate Kelvin. I had been wondering about him, but as the drinks kept pouring themselves the following happened:
Mochi: I want to study English so I can meet a good guy. I just want Zak Efron to touch me. I'd say "No Zak, no!" but really I would want it.
Erriot: Oh, so you're gay.
Mochi: Who told Erriot I was gay?!
Lolwut. This was not the first loaded-with-gayness thing he said, but it was definitely the most unmistakable.
Also, everyone in the house has vomit-inducingly cute nicknames. Like, Okazaki Hiroyuki goes by Okapi. His bestie Ogawa Chihiro goes by Ogachi. I swear that Okapi and Ogachi are different evolved stages of a pokemon.