Pride

What is my scene? Where do I fit in? These are questions I started to ask myself on the way back home from the midsummer festival on the train. I really wanted to relax and enjoy the afternoon but when I arrived I found it to be crowded and commercial, nothing really caught my eye (apart from a few hot guys)

People wandering aimlessly in circles with tents flying banners “save this charity” “save that business” or “stop this disease” what ever happened to the midsummer CARNIVAL? The carnival used to be a community event with rides, shows, dancing & ATMOSPHERE… Then again, maybe the atmosphere was there and it was more likely that my heart was just not in it.

Clubs; they always seem to be loud and full of fun… what if you don’t dance? Then like me you tend to end up sitting off to the side watching everyone else dance and smile when someone tries to strike up a conversation over the ear bursting beats, are there any normal pubs out there with a few pool tables and some cold beer? All the ones with gay guys seem to adhere to the Kylie club mix rule and well again, just not really my scene. Don’t get me wrong; I like going to a club occasionally, I just wish there was more variety and choice.

AHHH the internet, where guys say they want to strike up a conversation, their profile says they’re looking to meet guys for possible relationships but not long into the conversation your asked for your body stats including penis size and how you like to fuck. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes this is great news and can lead to an adventurous rendezvous but rarely these types of encounters result in a lasting relationship. Besides that; most guys are looking for model looks, chiselled features and a 12.5” penis. I admit that I have an idea of my type when it comes to looks but if they can hold a conversation that keeps me interested, what’s the harm in a coffee or 2 and seeing what clicks.

Then there are all the other types of venues open to those who want to have anonymous sex amongst other things. Again the people who enter these venues seem to wander aimlessly looking for their god with the enormous ego boosting serum, chasing the hottest piece of meat in the place until ungodly hours of the morning where they will settle for the reasonable cuts that are left. Once called the silent movie where talking would cause you to receive the death stare from other patrons.

Now this is not a whinge, nor is it a judgement on what other people call fun. I’m sure guys have met their partners in many different ways and I am totally happy for them, it’s just me commenting on how I seem to sit on the outer of the gay lifestyle wondering where/how to meet people without having to pretend I enjoy what the lifestyle seems to represent.

I am no stunning god and I don’t think I ever will be, I don’t have a 12.5” penis and I don’t think many other guys do either. I am just me, someone who would prefer to go on a picnic somewhere with friends, cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie & enjoy the simple pleasures life has to offer rather than the hustle and bustle of conformity