It's Not What It Looks Like!
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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It would appear that I am gay.
A previous post (through some odd conection) reminded me of something from my youth:
A young Me was trying to explain to a school friend how a transvestite (famous in the '80s but I can't recall) was surprisingly convincing. I should mention that the setting for this explanation was the boys' changing rooms and that, at the precise moment I uttered "he even has good legs" the PE teacher walked in.
Occasion two:
A male friend and I were wandering the streets of my home town at around 21:00 -- we were a little tipsy and so walking next to each other and occasionally bumping into each other. As we walked past a bar we had never been in the guy on the door acosted us and said "Gents, gents, you'll like it here". We did like it -- there were good looking girls and the bar staff were friendly. I then went to the toilet and found, to my confusion, that guys were talking in there and one even seemed to be looking at my bum -- it then occured that this was a gay club....
I did goback there in my late twenties as it was a relaxed and friendly place to go with no "you looking at my bird?!?!" crap.
Then, one day, I picked up a guy:
I was depressed and lonely and bored and drunk -- so I started chatting up this guy and ended up going home with him. As far as "doing anything" goes we just kissed and I decided I was straight.
So, there you have it, my life as a gay man. I even missed a few stories about nights at the gay bar for he sake of brevity.
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 18:53, 4 replies)
A previous post (through some odd conection) reminded me of something from my youth:
A young Me was trying to explain to a school friend how a transvestite (famous in the '80s but I can't recall) was surprisingly convincing. I should mention that the setting for this explanation was the boys' changing rooms and that, at the precise moment I uttered "he even has good legs" the PE teacher walked in.
Occasion two:
A male friend and I were wandering the streets of my home town at around 21:00 -- we were a little tipsy and so walking next to each other and occasionally bumping into each other. As we walked past a bar we had never been in the guy on the door acosted us and said "Gents, gents, you'll like it here". We did like it -- there were good looking girls and the bar staff were friendly. I then went to the toilet and found, to my confusion, that guys were talking in there and one even seemed to be looking at my bum -- it then occured that this was a gay club....
I did goback there in my late twenties as it was a relaxed and friendly place to go with no "you looking at my bird?!?!" crap.
Then, one day, I picked up a guy:
I was depressed and lonely and bored and drunk -- so I started chatting up this guy and ended up going home with him. As far as "doing anything" goes we just kissed and I decided I was straight.
So, there you have it, my life as a gay man. I even missed a few stories about nights at the gay bar for he sake of brevity.
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 18:53, 4 replies)
I wouldn't care if I were.
Though my girlfriend may not be too happy.
I made the last bit sound a lot more like I was "confused" when in actual fact I knew nothing would happen. At that point though I'd never had a serious relationship and wanted to rule it out once and for all.
As it happens I can't be gay because I'm not nearly neat and well-presented enough and I don't like Judy Garland or Bette Midler.
( , Sat 11 Dec 2010, 11:42, closed)
Though my girlfriend may not be too happy.
I made the last bit sound a lot more like I was "confused" when in actual fact I knew nothing would happen. At that point though I'd never had a serious relationship and wanted to rule it out once and for all.
As it happens I can't be gay because I'm not nearly neat and well-presented enough and I don't like Judy Garland or Bette Midler.
( , Sat 11 Dec 2010, 11:42, closed)
... I don't like Judy Garland or Bette Midler... or penises up my arse.
( , Sun 12 Dec 2010, 4:16, closed)
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