You have to do a lot in Oklahoma to give others the impression that you’re gay, compared to New Mexico.
When I was living in Las Cruces, just about every Hispanic co-worker thought I was a “horto,” because I was in my then-mid 20s and single. That’s it. I should have gotten married right after high school, according to local custom. Because I didn’t, well … that made me gay, I suppose.
Oh, my then-girlfriend … mid-20s, also single. Hispanics she encountered often thought she was a lesbian.
Maybe I have some mannerisms picked up from a childhood of living with a bi-guy. I can assure you I don’t swish.
So, I like to look nice-ish every now and then. It’s not like I’m wearing leather chaps and a dog collar, a police uniform, or an Indian headdress. And if you saw me at work, you would usually see jeans and a t-shirt, sometimes quite filthy, too. Looking nice does not equal gay. And I ain’t handsome or pretty, either. Okay, who am I kidding? I’m gorgeous! :dubious:
41 and single? Maybe that’s unusual to you. My life hasn’t been that easy in regards to romance. A close friend once told me that I have a split personality in regards to girlfriends. I can make them feel worshipped and make them feel like shit. More of a product of growing up as the child of alcoholics than having gay issues, if you ask me. And, fyi… I’m getting better as I age and mellow out.
Posting faggishly? Yeah, sometimes I do. I also post as a numbnut, a psycho, a geek Trekker, a PIRATE!, a know-it-all, and a freak. Irl, I’m only two of those things.
In the closet or in denial? Think what you want. It was tough dealing with my Dad’s coming out, but I did. In my early 20s, I wondered if I might be gay/bi, too. So, I checked. How? Nunyadambidness. Suffice to say, I am about 1-ish to 1.5-ish. Depends on my mood, I guess. I would put Dad at 3.5 to 4.
What can I say – I have a gestalt approach to determining how sexually attractive a women is. Nice breasts on a woman who puts on makeup with Homer Simpson’s makeup gun and dresses like a trailer park drag queen is like black truffles served with peanut butter – a tragic and unnecessary waste of something wonderful.
Fortunately for me, the spouse is one hot cookie all over.
Yes. Most people over 30 seem to believe the hogwash about how every raver supposedly does drugs, and/or that it’s impossible to rave without being under the influence. I have friends who rave who are practically Straight Edge (Straight Edge:drugs::Vegan:meat). I also have friends who rave under the influence of ecstasy or cocaine. I also have friends who rave and are potheads, and would never rave stoned because they’d probably look pretty silly. I’ve done drugs and I’ve raved, but never at the same time. It’s just not a black-and-white issue–just like dancing and sexual orientation aren’t.
You know, No Clue Boy, you could always come out to my neck of the woods and prove to me you’re not gay! From what I’ve seen of you, I’d be happy to provide firsthand evidence, although maybe not with photographs. Would reliable witnesses do?
Sounds like a good solution. Well except for the reliable witnesses. Too crowded for a prude like me. But give us every detail after. I’m not opposed to living vicariously.:o
Wa-a-ait a minute! At what point in the proceedings would it be considered safe to dismiss the “reliable witnesses”? Grumble, grumble, grumble. Shows what I get for posting before my morning cup of tea! Grumble, grumble, grumble
It’s okay CJ. I think they can leave as soon as everyone knows he’s happy to see you. (sigh, I guess we won’t be getting anything kinky from these two, move along folks)