Saturday, 21 August 2010

Closet Case


Thought I’d start off my blogging journey with a subject that is closest to me... being gay. No no this isn’t going to be a winey coming out the closet story gees dry your tears. I told my parents 10 minutes before leaving to go to Brighton gay pride. Got well out of there, left my mum to drink a bottle of wine, crying telling our family and friends. So being a comfortable gay guy I have no hang-ups and enjoying the fun side of this LIFESTYLE CHOICE, yes I did chose this. Never understood that comment what do they want me to reply saying, yes yes... picked it straight out of the Argos catalogue.


So the point is being out for a year now I have started my observing of course... what else? Guess it’s the gay in me, we can be a nosey lot. Being gay and meeting another out gay guy is easy, it’s an attraction based on purely what you look like... it isn’t till later on in bed when you think to yourself, arr right this is what your bringing to the table. Simples but it’s a whole new ball game (excuse the pun) when dealing with a closet case and it simply boils down to this people; they’re idiots. What happens is during the first half a year or so (can be longer) of being out and gay you think every gay guy you then meet is flirting with you or wants you, why else would they be talking to you. This is stupid people, just because the other guy is gay doesn’t mean that you two are going to have sex... but probably.

Closet cases are a strange lot and this came to me when I met a closet case and I guess he thought I wanted him... he was right. But the point is, it made me nervous around him which is so unlike me, I thought he was going to turn round and tell me to leave him alone, but that’s almost impossible when your stalking him, just have to get better at hiding. I wasn’t even bothered with him until I realised he’s cute but I would have to tell him bluntly to fuck off you walking closet you’re so far in the closet you’re chilling with Mr Tumnus... then I’d ask how he was and that it’s been a year since I saw him.

Another thing that really gets on my goat is gay men who hate camp guys and are so straight acting and live their life out like a straight guy... apart from the sex. Although a lot of you would like gay men to all conform like this and to not ‘rub their gayness in your face’, I’m sorry to tell you we don’t live in the 50’s anymore. I’m not that camp myself but I love camp gays, so much fun and if we didn’t have them that where would the west-end be?? And we certainly wouldn’t see Louis doing his high kicks and being a massive diva on TV.

Therefore I love being gay and mothers accept their gay son for who he is... apart from the sex. My biggest fear is growing old and being in the industry I am in, being gay. It seems I’ve only got until I’m 30 to be cute and after that I will just live alone with my cats. Might as well because being gay, single and over 30 is the same as being fat and gay. You’re with the drags again and its last pickings at boy bar, you have a flash back and you find yourself finally feeling sorry for the fat kid who always got picked last in gym. I wish it could be different and we should care for the person inside but that would be a bit lesbian of us now wouldn’t it. That’s it I’m blunt and realistic and lil crazy but crazy in the good way not crazy like that family member no-one really talks to and yes I’m that family member.

Thanks for reading
Percy

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