I needed to get laid the other night so I texted a reliable fuck buddy who I’ve not called on for some time – turns out he’s got engaged to his boyfriend and the wedding’s next month. Needless to say he “doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore”. I won’t hold my breath for an invitation.
Being single again is the perfect time to start catching up with those old friends whom you’re guilty of neglecting. One of mine, Gary, was recounting to me his current relationship woes: he’s started seeing a new guy; he’s got it bad for this guy and he thinks it’s mutual. Problem is, his new man is in the middle of a gay divorce and there’s an adopted child involved – when did gays start having such heterosexual problems?
There’s been a lot of debate in the media – gay and straight – about gay representation and what constitutes a healthy portrayal in film and TV and it’s got to the point where anything remotely camp or deviant from the perceived norm in society is seen as a negative thing. It seems equality comes at a price: we’re all supposed to make our lives fit a traditional hetero template.
While equality should be across the board – and that includes marriage for those who want it – the danger is that in the rush for mainstream acceptance some in the gay community would rather brush under the carpet those people at the ends of the spectrum. Yes, most gay men aren’t camp, but some are, as well as plenty of straight guys. That’s why our unofficial emblem is a rainbow flag.
It’s great that some gays want to be daddies or mommies and husbands or wives, buy a Volvo, get a puppy and make the school run every morning, just so long as they respect that not everybody wants that. I’ve always thought one benefit to being gay is you’ve already given convention the boot, so breaking the rules is much easier.
I sometimes miss the old days when being gay had a certain edge to it – and a guy could be guaranteed a no-strings fuck on a Saturday night.
When even your fuck buddy gets hitched
Being single again is the perfect time to start catching up with those old friends whom you’re guilty of neglecting. One of mine, Gary, was recounting to me his current relationship woes: he’s started seeing a new guy; he’s got it bad for this guy and he thinks it’s mutual. Problem is, his new man is in the middle of a gay divorce and there’s an adopted child involved – when did gays start having such heterosexual problems?
There’s been a lot of debate in the media – gay and straight – about gay representation and what constitutes a healthy portrayal in film and TV and it’s got to the point where anything remotely camp or deviant from the perceived norm in society is seen as a negative thing. It seems equality comes at a price: we’re all supposed to make our lives fit a traditional hetero template.
While equality should be across the board – and that includes marriage for those who want it – the danger is that in the rush for mainstream acceptance some in the gay community would rather brush under the carpet those people at the ends of the spectrum. Yes, most gay men aren’t camp, but some are, as well as plenty of straight guys. That’s why our unofficial emblem is a rainbow flag.
It’s great that some gays want to be daddies or mommies and husbands or wives, buy a Volvo, get a puppy and make the school run every morning, just so long as they respect that not everybody wants that. I’ve always thought one benefit to being gay is you’ve already given convention the boot, so breaking the rules is much easier.
I sometimes miss the old days when being gay had a certain edge to it – and a guy could be guaranteed a no-strings fuck on a Saturday night.