It’s tough being a gay man, especially when there are two alternatives to reading ever men’s action. A simple pat on the back and a gentle gesticulation of choosing to sit at the backseat of a car, when he could’ve just chosen to sit in the front seat while you sit at the back, can both send out two mixed signals about this man either being a better friend at a good comfort level or being interested in you without actually having to come out.
Since getting dry humped naked by a bar manager two weeks ago, I have been pretty open minded with the gender preference of other men. I’ve stopped using the word ‘gay’ to identify myself or any others who would like to sleep with me, despite owning a penis themselves.
My favorite music video director, the ONLY professional video director I’ve used in my album and the director who happens to like two songs off my album to actually want to be the one to be directing it, directed me, KP and KC today at this dusty warehouse with this pretty hot model. The first contact I had with Director was when he touched my hips, which happened to be in shape of a deflated muffin top of a blow up doll in tight jeans, and mentioned I gained weight. Couldn’t blame him but I was covered with booze the week before.
As the day continued, we ended up at KP’s garden, smoking weed and just chilling with the whole team crew. I was pretty high from the joint but I was too positively sure Director kept staring at me when he addressed something. Maybe it was because I seem to be the only quiet stoner of the group to be able to be grasping every word he said. On second thought, that couldn’t be it, given KC was half as quiet as I was.
Sending KC back home, Director sat in the frontseat while I enjoyed my ride back stoned on the car while the air was blowing my dusty hair from the car window. After dropping KC home, Director chose to sit at the backseat with me. As he leaned a bit towards me in the backseat, I reminded myself that it was how this long limbed cutie would arch himself comfortably as his default sitting position. Knowing I could end up swerving my perceptions to a weird level, I changed the subject of whatever we were talking about to talk about his ‘partner’, who was oversea. He came back here to do the thing he’s passionate about while his partner stayed back.
Call it luck but we reached his house before I got too deep into imagining he was coming onto me and since I do not want to sound like my neurotically ‘creative when it comes to imaginary boyfriend’ Mary, I was able to hold myself back to being convinced that he was a straight man who likes vagina and only that of his lover oversea. However, second thoughts seem to be more efficient in cases like these most of the time and before you know it, it hits yet another entry on my blog.
Since getting dry humped naked by a bar manager two weeks ago, I have been pretty open minded with the gender preference of other men. I’ve stopped using the word ‘gay’ to identify myself or any others who would like to sleep with me, despite owning a penis themselves.
My favorite music video director, the ONLY professional video director I’ve used in my album and the director who happens to like two songs off my album to actually want to be the one to be directing it, directed me, KP and KC today at this dusty warehouse with this pretty hot model. The first contact I had with Director was when he touched my hips, which happened to be in shape of a deflated muffin top of a blow up doll in tight jeans, and mentioned I gained weight. Couldn’t blame him but I was covered with booze the week before.
As the day continued, we ended up at KP’s garden, smoking weed and just chilling with the whole team crew. I was pretty high from the joint but I was too positively sure Director kept staring at me when he addressed something. Maybe it was because I seem to be the only quiet stoner of the group to be able to be grasping every word he said. On second thought, that couldn’t be it, given KC was half as quiet as I was.
Sending KC back home, Director sat in the frontseat while I enjoyed my ride back stoned on the car while the air was blowing my dusty hair from the car window. After dropping KC home, Director chose to sit at the backseat with me. As he leaned a bit towards me in the backseat, I reminded myself that it was how this long limbed cutie would arch himself comfortably as his default sitting position. Knowing I could end up swerving my perceptions to a weird level, I changed the subject of whatever we were talking about to talk about his ‘partner’, who was oversea. He came back here to do the thing he’s passionate about while his partner stayed back.
Call it luck but we reached his house before I got too deep into imagining he was coming onto me and since I do not want to sound like my neurotically ‘creative when it comes to imaginary boyfriend’ Mary, I was able to hold myself back to being convinced that he was a straight man who likes vagina and only that of his lover oversea. However, second thoughts seem to be more efficient in cases like these most of the time and before you know it, it hits yet another entry on my blog.
Listening to: Status Quo – Fun fun fun (Feat. Beach Boys)
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