Monday, 31 January 2011

A cross section of a troubled sexuality.

"Always recognize that human individuals are ends, and do not use them as means to your end. "
Emmanuel Kant.

It's the 21st Century. iPhones, Smartphones and the Internet have revolutionised(?!) gay dating. Or they would have done, had the male mind not been predominantly sexual based. What I mean is, what were once social tools, have now become a means to getting sex. Maybe that's the way their creators always intended them to be used, who knows?! I think you can categorize the majority of people on these sites into the following:

The 'Serial Boyfrienders':
Relationships don't last long, a week, two if they're really 'special'. They have a new boyfriend every week. They're normally seen with 'new meat' hanging from their arm, and their every word.

The 'Serial Boyfriender (The Devoted ones)':
These ones are much like the above, however, every new boyfriend is 'THE ONE.' The name once lovingly tattooed at the top of their arm is now scratched out... they're running out of skin.

The 'Already got a boyfriend, but looking anyway':
These ones already have a boyfriend, sometimes Long Term, their picture won't be their own, it'll be of someone else, probably hotter. Usually the alter-ego would regularly boast that they're with 'the wife', 'the missus', 'The Boy', etc, but would drop them if a better model fluttered their eye-lashes.

The 'Open-Relationship and Three sums':
These ones are making no attempt at hiding that they've got a boyfriend, nor that they are still looking for 'No Strings Fun'. It's a mutual thing they've decided. Let's face it, 2 years of eachothers company can get draining, so let's invite the world and his wife into our bedroom. (Please note: I have nothing against this, no one is getting hurt, and there are no lies.)

The 'Genuine Relationshippers':
I'm not so cynical and embittered that I think these don't exist. They do. They're hiding in plain sight. They're so comfortable with each other that they're not flaunting their love for all to see. They don't buy into clichés, they are who they are, and they love each other for that.

The 'I spend my life on my back, but I'm not a slag':
These ones are sneaky. They'll pretend that they're interested in you for you. You're 'really cool,' 'OMG SO FUNNY!' and they 'LOVE spending time with you.' But only when you're both naked... You go for a drink, you're really enjoying things, telling yourself it's going well... BUT OH NO! You get to his, his clothes dissappear, the moment comes, and you never hear from him again!

The 'I'm old, but I'll still make a move and make you feel uncomfortable':
These guys don't take no for an answer, nor will they take 'I'm sorry, you're not my type, however I hope you find what you're looking for.'

The 'Single':
These guys are single, they hold out hope that there are guys BEYOND the above.

The 'Single Part II':
These guys are happy in their own social circle, they don't mind being single, whatever happens, happens.

I'm sure this has seemed bitter and cynical, however, I've been around for a while. While I like to think I know it all, I certainly don't. I'm wrong. Happiness IS out there, there WILL be a happy ending. Glass isn't just half full, it's spilling over the top... onto that nice doily your mother made you.

If you recognise these traits in yourself, I hope I've not offended you. If you fall under The 'Single' don't let people treat you as a means to an end (to cure their horny-ness.) YOU are an end in yourself.

Live in Hope.

Monday, 24 January 2011

Is the juice worth the squeeze?

I've been trying to decide on whether or not to write this blog or not for some time. I have too much in my head to tweet... But not enough to write a length blog. Quite the conundrum. Anyway, anyone who knows me well enough, or even barely knows me, will know that I can be quite neurotic and high maintenance. I'll over think the smallest details of something that matters to me. Although, now this is what perplexes me, it's normally only in regards to love/lust and men. If I like someone, I'll act in a completely different manner to my usual self. Normally I'm a laid back sorter guy, with few hang-ups. But when I like someone, I'll analyse the amount of kisses on the end of their text, I'll think about all the possible meanings of one of their texts. I drive myself mad doing it, but I cannot help it. It's something that's been with me since I started this 'gay-thing'.

I get attached quite easily. This isn't ever a good thing, as normally, it ends in heartbreak. I'm a romantic sorter guy, with traditional values, I try not to sleep about. When I'm with someone, I won't cheat, etc etc. I don't know why I get attached, but for a while, I enjoy it, I enjoy having someone to miss, having someone to look forward to seeing.

I'm happy to be like this, I can endure the mess that I become, the erratic behaviour and mood swings. I ask my self is the juice worth the squeeze.