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Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.
Wednesday 02/12/2003
Some innuendo, some porn, and a brat, all in all a very weak entry
A few weeks ago, I spent a lunch with some friends trying not to stare at a loud, bratty kid bully her mom into submission. The girl didn't want to eat her noodles, so after a lot of crying and yelling, mom took them away. She didn't want to wear her sandals and took them off, even after mom told several times not to. She wouldn't put them back on when the meal was over, and refused to walk out of the restaurant barefoot, so mom had to carry her daughter piggy back out of the establishment. I felt sorry for the mom, but at the same time, I didn't.
Exactly why this comes to mind as I try to figure out how to write about the past week? No clue.
Not that much has happened the past week, which may be why my mind is wandering. John and I did get the water heater replaced, but that doesn't make for super fun reading. Possibly why when I did try to write about it, I ended up subconsciously stressing the conversation where the guy installing it told me that it was going to be difficult. The new heater he had was so very large and the space I had was so very tight. It was going to take a lot of effort and skill to get it in, but he was going to do his best.
I decided to scrap the story and spare you all from the horror of poorly written and innuendo heavy nonporn.
Normally, not being able to think of anything to write is a perfect opportunity to throw out some google search results. That however would mean writing something about "gay cholo studs," "forced crossdressing stories" and "porn with boys who fart," and quite frankly, I don't want to.
Flatulence Porn? Who the heck watches flatulence porn?
Anyway, pornography as a topic has been popping up in several of my conversations lately. During a rather long and odd talk about the photos/images used on porn video covers, a friend and I agreed that while graphic images on gay videos didn't bother us, similar images on straight videos did. Essentially "I know men and women do that with each other, but ewww, do I really need to see it?"
It was a very tacky conversation.
A conversation which had been prompted by my friend mentioning a visit to the back room of a dvd store, where there was a teeny, tiny gay porn section of soft-core titles, featuring photographs of partially clothed men standing sort of near each other. In comparison, the rest of the room appeared to be devoted to kinky hardcore straight porn featuring photographs of male body parts hovering over nekkid women who were covered in lots and lots of certain body fluids. After a few minutes my friend decided that she was grossed out and really needed to leave.
Again, a very tacky conversation.
A conversation that lead to another one about gay men dancing for women in male exotic reviews. We had both seen different documentaries about these kinds of shows, and both documentaries had gay dancers. Well, they never said they were gay; it was just an assumption on our part. After all, while a straight man may be more than capable of sewing all his costumes, would he really do so while wearing glitter toe nail polish?
I wonder if any of the women ever noticed?
OK, this entry is obviously not going anywhere, so it would be best to just end it. Except that before I do, I would like to share that my request/homework assignment in the last entry requesting that people write something about sweets and being young, has so far resulted in a recollection of the sweet/sour taste of pixie sticks, a guest book mention of sibling pop rock threats, a detailed explanation of chocolate and a confession involving chick-o-sticks.
There's still a couple more weeks worth of February, so I'm greedily hoping for some more stories. Mucho thanks to those folks who have already written something, and mucho thanks to everyone who is planning on writing something.
I guess this means I should actually go through with my threat and write something as well.
More later,
nico
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