When I grew up, the only openly gay boys would be the lost causes with lisps as strong as their wrists were limp. The rest of us would just suck at football and feign crushes on girls reasonably certain not to reciprocate.

Today, though, they seem to hatch at the age of six, self-confident and a with fashion sense that took us years of shopping to acquire. Oh, how we once laughed at how all the straight men would grow bellies. Now, it seems, we're the joke.

But just how did that happen? Maybe it's because they have better parties. Like the stereotype-defying SomosLas, which has quietly grown to be the night of reference for club kids.

Younger than the fashion crowd at Club Tropicana and more sexually ambiguous than MaricaPop, they've added live acts and the odd screening before the dancing gets going. Pretty good fun, in other words, if you can stand the heat.