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26 Wednesday Nov 2014
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21 Friday Nov 2014
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Like Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster, bi guys are a quirk of nature that few have ever seen but many assume to exist. We almost had proof when Tom Daley kinda sorta came out, but quickly learned that by bi he meant bottoming for Dustin Lance Black. Bisexuality isn’t so much about a state of mind as it is a state of sexual development. ‘Cuz guys who claim to be bi today usually become tomorrow’s gay men. Except for the self identified straight ones who just had too much to drink. They become tomorrow’s fuck buddy.
It’s one of the benefits of being an out gay man. All the straight guys you know know just who to go to when curiosity gets the better of them. Then they often act like they no longer know you. Until the next time they decide they need a penis to play with. Some self-identified straight guys continue to straddle the line between gay and straight, even when their hottest sexual encounters are being straddled by another man. They claim to be bi because they don’t want to admit to themselves that they are gay. But denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, and the penis always knows.
Dr Qazi Rahman, an assistant professor in Cognitive Biology at Queen Mary University in London knows too. He’s an expert in the study of gender, sexuality, and homosexuality. Note that he doesn’t study bisexuality. ‘Cuz he says, at least in men, there ain’t no such thing. Or if there is you are more likely to be struck by lightening and win the lottery than you are to ever actually meet one. Not that that stops some men from claiming they are. But Dr. Qazi says the problem with studies that report a statistical number of bisexual men is that they rely on self-reporting and self-identification. And as everyone knows, all men lie. Especially when it comes to dick.
Instead, Dr, Qazi says he has a better way. And it’s called a penile plethysmograph. Which is a mouthful. But it also provides a different level of insight because it’s looking at the involuntary physical response of a man’s genitals. Or in laymen’s terms, it’s a lie detector for penis.
The penile plethysmograph, or phallometry measures changes in the circumference of the penis. A stretchable band with mercury in it is fitted around the subject’s penis. The band is connected to a machine with a video screen and data recorder. Any changes in penis size, even those not felt by the subject, are recorded while the subject views sexually suggestive or pornographic pictures or movies. Computer software is used to develop graphs showing the degree of arousal to each stimulus. The machines, which cost about $8,000 were first developed in Czechoslovakia to prevent draft dodgers from claiming they were gay just to avoid military duty. Dr. Qazi uses his to measure blood flow to the penis, which is a strong indicator of sexual attraction and arousal.
In his studies, Dr. Qazi chose to show participants film clips of two lesbians doing disgusting things to each other, and clips of hot,sweaty man on man action. Not just because he assumed gay participants would vomit if show straight sex scenes, but because he believed that straight men would respond to naked female breasts no matter what they were doing and gay men would get hard when a pair of penises appeared while the breeders among them would not. And, for the most part that’s what happened.
“In physical response studies we find that self-identified straight men and self-identified gay men respond as you would expect,” says Qazi. “Straight men are more aroused by watching footage of same-sex activity between women; gay men are more aroused by watching footage of same-sex activity between men.”
But when it comes to the self-deluded, the responses are not what they’d hoped for. Dr Qazi says in his studies 95% of self-identified bisexual men are only aroused by the footage of same-sex activity between men, the remaining 5% are only aroused by the footage of same-sex activity between women.” Ergo, the majority of guys claiming to be bi only get aroused by gay sex while a small minority obviously claim to be bi ‘cuz they think it will help them more easily score some pussy.
Dr. Qazi says his research shows that male sexuality appears to be category specific. “The bottom line is that while social effects will play a part in the way that sexual attraction is expressed, sexual orientation is essentially innate,” he claims. As for the existence of truly bisexual men, Qazi says, “Bisexual males may exist but it’s likely that the numbers may be so low that it’s almost impossible to identify them through the available research. However the prevailing scientific view is that bisexuality in males doesn’t physiologically exist.”
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18 Tuesday Nov 2014
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14 Friday Nov 2014
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When I started this blog a mere three plus years ago a regular feature was my Gay of the Week post in which I shinned the spotlight on hot male celebrities who might have been gay, or probably were gay, or were not at all gay but someone every gay man in the world wished was. There was the occasional Out This Week post too whenever some famous dude finally admitted to what everyone else had already guessed. Those were popular posts. Because playing Guess The Gay has always been a popular pastime. And everyone always appreciates a photo or two of Channing Tatum in his underwear.
I haven’t posted one of those articles in quite some time. Celebrities coming out has gone from being a rarity to becoming a weekly event. It’s difficult to remember who is officially out and whose coming out announcement you missed these days. That Honey Boo Boo’s mom is bedding a convicted child molester is news, that her uncle is gay not so much. The media has become so used to celebrities coming out that the tabloids no longer speculate about who is gay but instead print rumors about which famous gay man’s marriage is on the rocks.
Part of that is because a lot of those celebrities were so visibly gay that no one was fooled to begin with. A larger part is that the breeders of the world have become so used to famous men declaring their love for other men that coming out stories are barely good for a single news cycle. Being openly gay may have once been the kiss of death for a celebrity’s career, but these days it’s assumed every male celebrity is a little bit queer. No one who has come out over the last few years has put either their fame or fortune in jeopardy for doing so. Okay, so Steve Jobs’ statue in Russia got pulled down because Tim Cook came out, but everyone else has, if anything, seen their career rise.
We’ve yet to see a major A-List celebrity come out. But seriously, if either Tom or John ever do you’d better not blink or you’ll miss that story. Minor celebrities, however, have been coming out in droves. So much so that their coming out has to have some special twist or it barely gets reported. When Tom Daley did the news wasn’t about him being gay but rather about the horror of him dating an ‘older’ man. And the only reason anyone is waiting for Bruce Jenner to make the announcement is that we’ve yet to see a male celebrity come out as a lesbian. And he’d better hurry up or James Franco will beat him to the punch.
Being an openly gay celebrity has become so popular that even the straight stars are trying to get in on the game. Franco has made a career of it. It seems hardly a week passes that Zac Efron hasn’t made some tease about his love of dick. And Nick Jonas has been so busy courting and teasing gay fans that you wish Neal Patrick Harris would just fuck him and get it over with.
It wasn’t that long ago that Google’s predictive results suggested ‘gay’ as one of the top choices on any search of a hot male celebrity’s name. In fact, if you searched Tom Cruise – not that anyone has in the last five years – Google added ‘gay’ to your search whether you wanted it to or not. Google, like the rest of the world, no longer cares. Gay is no longer one of your choices. Even if you give Google a hint by adding a ‘g’, the best it can do is to suggest ‘green beans’. And earlier this week when Ryan Seacrest tied a toy basketball hoop around Nick Jonas’ waist to play crotchball, no one batted an eye. Not even when Ryan said, “This is something I just dream about.”
In the day when Shia Labeouf blames his arrest during a performance of Cabaret not on being drunk but rather because he couldn’t resist grabbing Alan Cummings’s ass because “he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen”, when Adam Levine says Blake Shelton wants to have sex with him for laughs and no one so much as giggles, and when Tyler Ritter considers a newspaper reporter’s error stating he is an openly gay actor to be a compliment, ya know George Michael has got to be wondering why he spent so much time hiding out in public restrooms.
Back in the day, Liberace once sued a tabloid for suggesting he was gay. Today, Michael Douglas won a Golden Globe for boning Matt Damon on film in a movie about Liberace’s life. And Hollywood publicists plant stories in the tabloids about their clients possibly being gay because they know it’s good for business. Not that The Inquirer bothers to print those stories any longer. Unless an alien was involved too. Celebrities’ sexuality was once major fodder for the main stream press. Nowadays if a celebrity coming out make the news it’s only because we’re tired of yet another photo op of Kim Kardashian’s ass.
Unless it’s the gay news media doing the reporting. One of the twinks from One Direction – you’ll have to forgive me for not knowing or caring which is which – wore a T-shirt earlier this week with an Apple logo on it (the original rainbow colored apple) and some idiot reporter claimed it was in support of Apple’s now openly gay CEO Tim Cook. The suggestion was because the boy bander did so, he must be gay. The ‘news’ in the story wasn’t that some member of a boy band was gay – most assume ever member of a boy band is gay – but that someone’s logic was so faulty. That’s how desperate the gay media has become in naming our next gay icon. While the rest of the world doesn’t really care.
Today the gay media was all a twitter about some young Aussie actor I’ve never heard of – Brenton Thwaites, who kinda looks like Orlando Bloom on training wheels – responding to a question during an interview about what he looks for in a partner by asking, “Male or female?” The various gay media headlines reporting the not-news all suggested the young star had just came out. Not. He was simply clarifying the ambiguously phrased question, not making a statement about his ambiguous sexuality. And one of the other One Direction twinks who made a similar statement during an interview last week wasn’t implying he likes dick either. Even if he may. He was merely jumping on the Maybe He’s Gay bandwagon. Because that’s what straight celebrities do these days. Which is good for their career. Or at least better than being caught anywhere near one of those photo ops of Kim Kardashian’s ass.
Speculating about which of Hollywood’s hottest male celebrities plays for the pink team was once an honored tradition. But the world has moved on. Fans pretty well know who is and who isn’t these days, and for those who are but haven’t yet said so it’s more of a question of when than if. It’s not like when Bradley Cooper finally does anyone is gonna be surprised. It’s only the gay media that seems to care. And their attempts at claiming another celebrity as one of their own comes off as a bit desperate. Part of the equality we’ve all been working toward is that no one’s sexuality should matter any more than their shoe size does (okay, maybe that’s a bad analogy). Maybe it’s time for The Gays to become as comfortable with celebrities’ sexuality as the straight world is. But then if it wasn’t for erroneous guessing about some hottie’s gayness, I’d never have known about Brenton Thwaites. And my masturbatory fantasies would have suffered greatly.
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13 Thursday Nov 2014
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I run across lots of photos on the internet that are just too good to pass by without saving a copy to my hard drive. Good thing I’ve got lots of storage space. For most, I assume I’ll one day be writing a post that that specific photo will be perfect for. But I’ve downloaded a ton that that will never happen with for one reason or another. And they’re still too good to not post. If I could only come up with an excuse to do so. So I have. This is the first of a new weekly recurring Photo Of The Week post, pix beyond the typical daily Nude Dude variety that I think you’ll still enjoy. Not that most won’t involve some level of male nudity anyway. But then you probably already figured that one out. Enjoy.
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23 Thursday Oct 2014
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Earlier this week, a user on Reddit posted the above cleavage shot to r/GoneWild, a popular online community where women, supposedly, post sexy shots of themselves for male users to drool over. Although most of the pix posted are probably from guys who convinced one of the sluts they were dating to let him take a few photos for their ‘own private use’. A first-time poster, along with the almost-titty shot she teased, “Wanna see more?”
The horny, the desperate, the trolls, and the serial-masturbators who make up the r/GoneWild community cleaned the lube off their hands and responded enthusiastically. Ditto for the lesbians who use that site while pretending to be a dude. Just in case you were wondering what Beachlover was up to these days. The comments came fast and furiously. And while a simple, Yes” would have sufficed, much like the responses you get when you post that you are just looking for friends on Grindr, most were in the vein of this one: “Hey there, sorry for being up front but I’d really love for you to tell me to stroke my cock and cum for you, and that you want my warm load.”
Who knew straight guys watch gay porn to learn their pick up lines?
Along with explicit come ons, the poster received tons of selfies and dick pix – which as a first-time communication I think is just wrong unless that’s your name – including one enterprising soul who shot his dick pressed up against the woman’s photo on his computer screen. Or maybe that was his boss’ computer screen. Regardless, that does show why replacement keyboards are the #1 OEM product in the computer peripherals industry.
Ms. Cockteaser waited a day before posting ‘more’, which was the uncropped version of the photo that the community had been spanking their collective monkey over for the past 24 hours, along with a note saying, “To all of those LOVELY gentlefolk on Gone Wild last night…with love, from ‘Posh’.
Click the photo above to see what all those straight dudes were jacking to.
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16 Thursday Oct 2014
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Spirit Day?
Seriously?
I get National Coming Out Day. ‘Cuz as a nation the U.S. really does need to come out. What little does get accomplished in DC is thanks to closeted, gay staffers. And anyone who chooses a career that requires them to spend all of their time around nothing but other men, well the military is basically run by closeted gay men too. That’s why the Navy was invented. And that’s not even counting the lesbians. But Spirit Day sounds like some hokey high school event that pits the classes against each other, a day of the school year that only matters to cheerleaders and their pompoms. Spirit Day does not sound like it has anything to do with feathered boas. And yet the gay infosphere is holding its collective breath in anticipation for this year’s Spirit Day celebrations. So I thought I should find out just what Spirit Day is supposed to be all about.
Huh. You celebrate Spirit Day by wearing purple. Which makes little sense until you discover the holiday comes out of Canada. Which still makes little sense, but when you share your continent with a bunch of people who insist on speaking French, it’s just better to humor them. Besides, you never know when you’ll be traveling internationally and it’ll be safer to pretend you are Canadian, eh?
Purple is the color of Spirit Day because the purple stripe in the rainbow flag represents spirit, although I don’t remember any of us voting on that issue. The observance and wearing of purple is supposed to show your support for LGBT youth who are victims of bullying. I’m not sure what spirit and being bullied have to do with each other. Maybe red would have been a better color selection. And while I’m all in favor of supporting our LGBT youth, I’m not so sure that taking a stand against bullying is the right way to go.
Bullying is a part of growing up. If you are not being bullied for being gay, then you are for being fat. Or skinny. Or wearing glasses. Or having the wrong hair style. Or wearing last year’s popular style of Nikes. Or only carrying an iPhone 5. Even the bullies get bullied. That’s what high school is all about: Making friends and then finding out those friends talk stink-eye about you behind your back. It helps you prepare for life in the workplace. Or Congress. And gives you a reason to return for your 20th year class reunion when you can laugh at all the kids who bullied you because their life is crap and you are rich and successful. When it comes to bullying, there is nothing so sweet as revenge, a dish we all know is best served cold. Besides, if it weren’t for bullies we wouldn’t have the wedgie.
But as enlightened adults we are supposed to be against bullying when we all know children are vicious creatures who would eat their own mothers if they could figure out how to work the microwave oven. Bullying is the least of their sociopathic problems. We are supposed to be anti-bullying but picking on those different from us and/or who rate lower on the social scale is part of human nature. I’m sure even Mother Teresa bullied those who were not as saintly as she was. Hell, even Martha Stewart just bullied Gwyneth Paltrow for being a fan of ‘consciously uncoupling’. ‘Cuz Martha knows when it comes to being a bully, knowing how to throw shade is what counts. And no one throws shade better than The Gays.
You can wear all the purple you want, and pass all of the anti-bullying legislation you can garner support for, but you will never stop teenagers from bullying each other. That’s part of the fun of being young. Just like drinking booze ’til you puke. Which your friends will all remind you of for years to come because friends bully friends too. I think we’d better support our LGBT youth by teaching them how to use witty barbs and snark to eviscerate those who pick on them. It could be the gay version of Big Brothers and Big Sisters. ‘Cuz middle-aged drag queens reign supreme and have lots of nastiness to teach our young. Now that she is dead, Joan Rivers is being called a gay icon and everyone is quick to point out as rude, crude, and abrasive as her humor was, she never picked on The Gays. Joan wasn’t stupid. She knew that any gay man on the planet could out dis her with one limp wrist tied behind his back. Now that’s spirit. Bitch.
Being gay is cool these days. Gay boys are being elected home coming queen across the nation. You can’t have a hit show on television these days unless some of your characters are gay. And if your program is on cable, it had better be homoerotic too. So guess who gets to be the bully now? If you don’t know, just ask the right-wing conservative fundamentalist nut wings. They are begging for exemptions based on ‘religious’ principles from every gay rights related piece of legislation and/or judicial decision because suddenly they are in the minority. And it’s time we all make fun of them for their ridiculous claims that Jesus says they should be haters. Just like the voters of America have been doing. We don’t need anti-bullying legislation, we need to bring back the days of having a pillory on the town square so we can throw spoiled fruit at those who deserve to be bullied for being assholes. Like Sarah Palin. It’s payback time and we need to toughen up our LGBT youth so they have the stuff it takes to properly bully deserving souls.
We should not be attempting to protect our LGBT youth by being against bullying, we should be raising money to send them all to MMA training camp. ‘Cuz playing the victim card never gets you anywhere. Judy Garland may have been an appropriate gay icon in days gone by, but for today’s LGBT youth the role model should be Larry Kramer. That man has never been a victim. He eats victims for breakfast, preferably straight ones. Our cherished idols of victimhood need to be replaced with heroes who have balls. Like Karen Walker from Will & Grace. ‘Cuz a well placed spiked heel on someone’s testicles says don’t fuck with me better than any piece of anti-bullying legislation ever will.
Sorry, but Spirit Day sends the wrong message. The It Gets Better Campaign was on a better track. Because it does get better. And it is getting better daily. If you want to show your support for LGBT youth, be an example of just how good it can get. Sue the homophobic baker who won’t make your wedding cake and take every penny they have or will ever have. Demand that any business leader who makes an anti-gay remark be immediately fired. Help get out the vote to run every Tea Party hater out of Congress. Refuse to do business with any company who fails to extend the same rights to its gay employees as it does to its straight ones. That’s bullying I can get behind. Stand up for your rights, and stand proudly. And for the gods’ sake, open that damn closet door. If you want to support our LGBT youth you need to be counted too. The more of us that are visible, the merrier the world will be. Because we’re here, we’re queer, and we run this country damnit.
Oh. And have a happy Spirit Day.
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08 Wednesday Oct 2014
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Noom, my bar boy friend and current love of my life, is not a happy camper. In fact, right now he is a bit disgruntled with me. Which doesn’t bode well for my upcoming trip to Thailand. But I think he’ll get over it before then. Maybe when I land in Bangkok I’ll find his feelings have healed by the anodyne of time and faded to a mild irritation. Which, I suspect, is not an uncommon state when we’re together anyway.
It’s been a good – long – year since I’ve updated y’all on my current love life, or as I like to refer to it: the on-going train wreck my love life has become. Oh wait. It’s only been a month. My how time flies. If I’d been smart, I woulda taken this long to update Noom too. Or waited until I hit Bangkok. But that would have meant ignoring his emails, his text messages, and his phone calls. Which there have been lots of. Noom has been earnestly and persistently attempting to inculcate virtue in my soul from a distance, and none too pleased to suddenly find he’s dealing with a recalcitrant who in the past always appeared to be willing to be swayed by whatever breeze he sent my way. He would have had better luck if he’d told me his buffalo had died.
It’s not that we haven’t had the occasional disagreement before, nor that something I did didn’t quite sit right with him. And vice versa. But being guys we usually ignore those disagreements, or razz each other unmercifully over whatever faux pas one of us committed. No relationship functions or survives under the burden of total honesty, and we’ve both adopted a policy of lying through omission to keep ours free from turmoil. It doesn’t hurt that Noom, being Thai, tends to avoid confrontation wherever possible, obviating the necessity for untruths. It does, however, at times make holding a conversation less than productive.
“I tink Phil better for you.”
“You’re probably right. But I love Dave. With Phil I was still working up to that.”
“I lie Phil.”
“I know. I like Phil too. He’s a great guy. But you like Dave too, don’t you?”
“How you mom?”
Friends who know both Dave and Phil, some who know one and have only met the other, have all weighed in on who I should be with. If I were a politician who takes his cues from Harris polls, I’d be in bed with Phil right now. But none of those opinions have been exactly unbiased. Even Ann, whom I usually listen to both because she’s sharp and quickly gets to the heart of any matter and because I’m afraid she’ll bitch slap me silly if I fail to heed her advice, offered a reading on the situation stemming solely from her disenchantment with Dave – spanning decades – over remaining closeted, even to himself, when the brass ring (that’d be me) has always been within his grasp. She weighed in on Team Phil’s side too, even though she only met Phil once and for a very brief period of time at that. But her opinion was about revenge rather than forgiveness. Which being from Texas makes perfect sense. If there’s one thing Texans do well, it’s revenge.
I hadn’t expected there to be many fans of Dave; with Dave you always get Dave, unapologetically, warts and all. He’s a black and white kind of guy. You always know where you stand with him, and where he stands too. There’s a basic honesty about how he lives his life, which is one of the things I’ve always admired about him. As difficult as that may be for some, at times, to take. But I hadn’t expected so many of my gay friends to be willing to nail him to a cross over his late blooming openness about his sexuality either. We all come out to our friends, family, and to ourselves at our own speed. That process is something the majority of gay people share. So I expected a bit more compassion and understanding from those who’d gone through that rite of passage themselves.
The general feeling, however, was that Dave had been surreptitious about his sexuality all of these years, that he had not been the man he’d pretended to be. I know a lot of that resentment from my friends is about those wasted years – because they’ve said so – although the logic is a bit off: Dave should have come out years ago so that the two of you would have been together, so we think you should stick with Phil. Huh. They’re also flummoxed over why I’m not mourning the years we could have been together and weren’t too. But in truth, I believe Dave himself did not know the identity of the man who lived inside him. That may have been denial, but knowing Dave as I do it’s just as likely, if not more so, that being gay was just not something that registered with him. That never gelled with the vision he had of himself, of the man he felt he was. Or expected himself to be. And I don’t think that is unique to Dave either. Coming out to ourselves is often the first hurdle gay people deal with. It just took him a lot longer than most.
So Noom’s opinion mattered both because he’s not gay and would hopefully not be swayed by displeasure over some other gay dude’s timing for coming out, and because he’s the only friend who has spent time naked in bed with both Phil and Dave. Even without sex, there is a level of intimacy in that act that tends to strip a lot of pretensions away. I was also counting on his lack of ulterior motives or preconceived notions, and that it would be my best interests that ruled the day. Besides, Noom and Dave had already established whose dick was bigger, and had agreed on a pecking order.
“When you come see me in Bangkok?”
“In a few weeks.”
“You come wit Phil?”
“No, maybe I come with Dave.”
“Oh. I tink better you come wit Phil.”
“That wouldn’t work well. I think I’m gonna be with Dave.”
“You not listen what I tell you.”
“No, I did. I do. But Dave is who makes my heart soar.”
“Oh. Why he hurt you heart?”
“No, soar . . . means happy.”
“Oh. Dave gay.”
“Yeah, he is now.”
“Dave ever gay.”
“Yeah, I know. You told me. All things considered though, that works well.”
“I tink Phil lie Chiang Mai.”
“I’m sure he would, but Dave will too.”
“Okay. You come wit Phil.”
Time isn’t always innocuous in its passage. When Noom and I met he decided, immediately and deeply, I was someone who belonged in his life. At some early point in our relationship, unknown to me, I’d performed some act that he viewed as being both kind and strong; Noom believed I was someone special, probably because I was older, better educated, and wise in the ways of the world, someone both confident and reassuring who seemed capable of dismissing or solving problems in a magical fashion. When he reminisces about those days, he waxes poetically. But as with Homeric epic, it’s not good to examine one’s heroes too closely. I don’t think it’s so much about familiarity breeding contempt as it is that once a while, even the slowest of us has an epiphany, a brief glimpse through the scrim when we see the verities reduced to a simple equation. There was a time Noom would never have the temerity to question my decisions. But he’s come to realize the simple truth that I’m just human too. And while his inveterate kindness still always shines through, he’s become more willing to correct me when he thinks I’m wrong. Or tries to.
“How Phil?”
“Phil’s fine.”
“You satay wit Phil now?”
“No Noom, I’m with Dave now.”
“Oh. I tell you better you satay with Phil.”
“I know. But I’m with Dave.”
“I lie Dave.”
“Good. I know Dave likes you too.”
“I lie Phil better.”
“I call Phil now.”
“That would be good. I’m sure Phil would love to hear from you.”
“I ask Phil come see me in Bangkok wit you.”
“Okay. Then you pay for Phil’s plane ticket.”
“Okay. You sent me money.”
“Noom, seriously, Phil is not coming to Bangkok. Dave is.”
“Better you come wit Phil.”
“That’s not happening, Noom.”
“Okay. Dave lub you. It okay.”
Dave and I just got back from Hawaii, a trip I dubbed his coming out tour of the islands. He wasn’t obligated to actually come out to any of his, mine, or our friends. Or to tell anyone we’d officially become a couple. Just being together promised to be enough. But when we hooked up with Rick, a close friend of Dave’s since they’d been in college together, it took Rick about five seconds to laugh and say, “It’s about time the two of you got together.”
That’s pretty much how the entire week went. Dave had been worrying over whether or not he should or would tell anyone, and instead everyone did it for him. I think, like with most of us, he found that most of his friends already knew or suspected he was gay. And all of them were just happy that he’d finally come to that conclusion too. Or as his friend Chris put it, “Bra, all we been hearing is Rush this, Rush that – you been fawning over the dude for years. At least now we don’t have to hear you acting like a little girl with a crush no mo’.”
I think I like Dave’s friends more than my own.
But the real test will be in a few weeks when we land in Bangkok. Dave was worried about being accepted in Hawaii, he’s stressing out over facing Noom. And while I don’t hold his prolonged acceptance of himself against him, I do get a bit of joy out of the fact that thanks to that he now gets to deal with a bar boy in Thailand who may not be quite so willing to welcome him with open arms. And I haven’t even yet mentioned to Dave what our sleeping arrangement might be when we arrive in the kingdom.
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