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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.
11/14/2005
26 lies about 26 men.
(note, for the easily offended this includes profanity and mentions of sex)
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A is for Abel
Abel stands at the bus stop, cocky because he knows that he is hot.� His bus is late again, but he doesn�t really care because it gives him more time to work his crowd.� With each red light, rows of cars stop and he looks each one over, settling on the best looking driver; rugged bears, athletic looking guys, balding middle-aged fathers, younger chubby college guys, even the occasional woman; there is always someone worth his time.
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Practice has taught him to be quick and once the choice is made, he starts his seduction.� It is a simple yet powerful tactic.� He stares, refusing to look away when they notice, daring them to look back and acknowledge the energy, the sex between them.� Most drivers turn away, concentrating hard on pretending that he is not there, as if he were a mad homeless person.� Some look back timidly, almost fearful of acknowledging him, of acknowledging their mutual interest, and a few lean over and open the passenger door.� Abel always accepts these invitations.� It would be rude not to.
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In the time that takes a signal to change, he has entire relationships, hot, cold, torturous, sad, fun.� He is both watcher and watched, chaser and chased.� There are dozens a day and each one is different and thrilling.
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Cars are stopping now, and there is a man with a shaved head and flecks of gray in his beard.� Their eyes meet, and neither looks away.� Smiling, Abel holds his head up high and puffs his chest out a bit while being careful not to suck in his belly.� His belly sells.� It�s his best feature.
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Abel knows that people want him precisely for the reasons he is supposed to be undesirable.� He is wanted because of his large belly, his wide face, and thick lips.� He is desirable because he is dressed in not too clean clothes, standing at a bus stop, too poor to have a car.
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The most important lesson he has learned from life is that people desire what they are not supposed to.� All through school kids taunted him for his weight calling him names.� The boys who treated him the worst were also the ones who pursued him the most when it got out that the rumors were true, that he really was a cocksucker.� In public they tried to make his life hell, but in private they chased after him desperate for things their girlfriends, even the slutty ones wouldn�t do.� He gave them what they wanted, and quickly stopped being surprised that some also wanted to kiss, to touch him, to suck him, or even be fucked by him.�
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Abel may have been a fat cocksucking fag, but that gave him a kind of power and he liked that.� His would be tormentors were trapped in their roles as jocks and popular kids, while he was free.� Free to do what he wanted.� Free to fuck whomever the hell he wanted; mean boys, shy boys, girls who had come to him for blowjob advice, his math tutor, his Spanish teacher Mr. Robertson, strangers on the street.
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The bearded man licks his lips, and Abel gives him a wide smile as he wonders what the man will decide to do.�� Mr. Beard might have a wife or boyfriend waiting at home, but what was more important, obligation or sex?
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The passenger door opens, and Abel jogs over, getting in just as the light changes to green.� He lives for red lights, but green lights can be good to.� Abel has no idea where they are going, or what exactly they will do, but it doesn�t matter.� Whatever happens, it�s bound to be more interesting than his own obligations.