We ended up at Cue Bar which is a mixed gay/straight club. The DJ was awesome, I was really relaxed and the dancing just moved me without me trying..I felt great.
This really good looking, muscled guy smiled at me while I was dancing. I smiled back and he did a beckoning gesture with his finger. I walked over and talked to him for a while, even grabbed his waste and told him he was cute. Then I asked if he was gay. He got funny and said "no". He asked me if I was gay. I said "yes". He pushed me away and said "get away". I asked him what his problem was; I wasn't cracking on to him. He said "just go back and dance, go away" and pushed me again. I told him it was Oxford St so what did he expect and that he had a problem.
I was in Ecstasy heaven and quickly threw the vibe off, went back and danced. I told all my posse about what happened and we were all staring at him and whispering. He didn't look at us and got on the phone, presumably to gather some mates for a dance off! Like in "Beat It". Then half an hour later I was in my own world dancing when he came and confronted me again. He had one skinny tall disgustingly ugly drunk friend he'd mustered up. I told him I wasn't interested in him sexually and wasn't interested in fucking up my night with a fight with someone random who had a gay/homophobe complex. He said I'd been whispering to all my friends about him and we needed to go outside and have words. My friends got between us and pushed me and him back. Hot Russian chick with us, AV, was really good at calming me down, she was a real sweetie.
He threw a glass of water on my friends and some bouncers came and threw the guy out.
The other friend stayed and tried to rile up my mates. He got his cock out which was apparently speed dick size and stuck his finger up.
For some reason the whole experience didn't really disturb me as much as it seemed to upset my mates. Probably because I was Eing off my skull. But it was my first true homophobic attack and I'll cherish it for the rest of my life!