Str8t guys, slept with another guy recently?

No, sorry. This is not a gay thread. Nor am I asking about your gay experiences.

Last night, I read a thread about the movie Rent, and there was mention of a group of guys who kept a space of one empty seat between each of them.

Today, I read a thread about President Lincoln and was reminded of the gay rumours about him which are based in part, on the fact he shared a bed with his best male friend for several years. Of course the obvious first arguement against this is that “that’s what they did back then.” But I got to thinking.

First, I’m 41. When I was a small kid, it was nothing for me to sleep with my brother (except that I hated him). At home, we had separate beds. When staying at someone else’s house, it was simply understood we’d sleep in the same bed. Likewise, if we were traveling and had to stay at a hotel or something, we’d be in the same bed.

When I was a little older and able to sleep at friends’ houses, it was perfectly normal and expected us boys would sleep together.

A little older still, in my teens and old enough to go out and party and crash at so-and-so’s house because their parents weren’t home, it wasn’t uncommon to crash with not just one, but sometimes two or three of your buddies, if the bed were big enough. Around this time girls got included too, if it worked out that way. No, it wasn’t a sex orgy thing, we just thought it was cool. This was in the 80’s.

Older still, when I was in the Army and stationed in Europe, sometimes the mission would require temporary duty which involved lots of traveling around and staying at regular European hotels. We’d be authorized a double room. An American would think “double” means two beds, but it often doesn’t. It means one bed big enough for two. So, you’d share a bed with one of the other guys in your group. No biggie. Okay, maybe a little giggling and macho fag jokes, but when in Rome and all that. It wasn’t so big a deal one of you’d prefer the floor to sleeping with a guy. This was early 90’s.

Mid 90’s, I was stationed in a multi-service outfit, and there was a group of us buddies that consisted of one Army (me), one Navy, one Airforce, and one Marine. People used to call us the Musketeers, but whatever.

I remember going to the movies with my buds and maybe because we were a bit older at this point, it didn’t occur to us to not sit next to each other. But we noticed a lot of the young guys were now sitting with that one empty seat space between them. We laughed at them and joked with our Marine friend, because he was expected to be the most macho of us, whether he required an empty seat space in order to maintain his masculinity. He laughed and “no, those guys are just stupid.” So we’d sit there next to each other, share our popcorn and enjoy the movie.

Since then, I’ve noticed increasingly that guys require the one empty seat spacing in movies. I swear if space allows, I’ve seen two-seat spacing among guys and at least once I’ve seen three-seat spacing. If this trend continues, it’s going to be almost impossible for a group of male buds to hit the movies, as they’ll require ten seats, and five rows between each of them. Hell, I can see a time when it’s basically one guy per theater, and you have to find a theater showing the same movie on five screens.

What’s up with this? Are you afraid you’ll look gay? Is this a consequence of the gay rights movement? It kinda seems to me that the more open gay men get, and the more obvious the gay rights movement as a whole gets, the larger the acceptable personal space between straight guys gets.

I’ve noticed here locally what might be a counter-trend, at least in bars. It seems some straight guys are also thinking things are getting a bit out of hand, and apparently it’s okay to lower your voice an octave or two, say “hey, c’mere and gimme some love” and give your buddy a quick manly hug and a couple slaps on the back, as a way of greeting.

But where’s this all going? It still seems like the personal space thing is growing ever larger, and pretty soon the only affection two straight guys will show each other is a long-distance phone call every six months.

What about bed-sharing? Straight guys, ever share a bed with another guy? Would you now, if conditions warrented, or would it creep you out too much? Would you rather sleep on the floor?

I’ve noticed on reality shows, whenever you have a group of guys & girls and they have to all share a sleeping space, or they have to double up, they always do it boy-girl-boy-girl. Only once, on Survivor did I see two guys double up and cuddle for warmth. It was Richard Hatch and Lex. But Hatch is gay, and Lex is the crazy tattooed pierced guy who is secure in his masculinity and probably has few inhibitions.

Are you following this increasing safe distance between men trend? Do you ever think about why? Or what its consequences might be? Ever feel you’re missing out on some perfectly healthy, normal heterosexual guy-guy bonding/intimacy/affection?

Do you blame the gay rights movement for this, or ever thought about it?

Do you think this “safe distance” thing is going to just keep increasing, or might there someday, be a sort of backlash when straight guys themselves say “enough is enough, I don’t care if I look gay.”

Is the reason you don’t come too physically close to your buddies mainly because you’re afraid of looking gay, or are there other reasons?

Do your prefer the way things are going, because, I dunno, guys are gross and who’d want to come withn ten feet of one anyway?

Thoughts, anyone?

And while we’re at it, what’s up with the urinal spacing? Are you afraid that if you pee right next to another guy that he’s going to reach over and start playing with your stuff?

No. I’m more worried that some drunk fuck is going to piss on my shoes.

As long as there’s available urinals, it’s just courtesy. Give a guy some space to do his thing. Guys have a way of spitting and farting while whizzing, and who wants to stand next to another guy who’s gonna let one rip?

No, we’re not afraid of a reach-over. We’re afraid the guy might be a creep and look.

We’re also afraid we might, quite by accident and involuntarily, glance over and then he’d think we’re the creep.

Some guys are chatty at the urinals. Best way to discourage that is don’t stand anywhere near another guy.

I’m a sleep cuddler. I’d be very hesitant to share bed space with another guy, because I might well make moves that would be uncomfortable for both of us.

It’s no problem when Mrs. Bricker is on the receiving end of these cuddles, but I think that’s about the practical end of the list.

Forty year old straight guy here. Other than my five year old son I most recently slept in the same bed with another guy a couple of years ago when I went on a ski trip with my two brothers. Three guys, two beds for several nights so we all had to share. No big deal. It might be a little more awkward if it were someone I weren’t related to, or knew so well I may as well be related.

I don’t think I have slept in the same bed with a guy since junior high and I really don’t want to. I would sleep in the same bed as my little brother if I have to but, other than that, I am taking the floor. I don’t like it when other guys get too close to me physically. Even things like riding alone in a car with another guy make me feel odd. I guess that’s why most of my friends are female. It has nothing to do with homophobia or any of that, it just doesn’t feel right.

The sharing a bed thing isn’t really a big deal. I think I’ve done it before when there were two double beds to share between three guys.

And the movie cinema thing … it sounds like you’re talking about groups of three or more. It would be pretty bizarre in that case for them to need the space between. Is that what you were saying? I’ve seen movies with just one other friend and have never felt the need to have some space between us.

The urinal thing is different for me. I find it very difficult to go if there is someone standing next to me.

Actually, there was a study that showed an increased latency to micturation when others occupy the urinal next to you. Basically, for efficiency’s sake, we get the pee process started faster when given room. I’m all for efficiency when peeing.

However, there was a co-worker a few years ago who was a raging homophobe. He got in the habit of announcing “I’m done talkin’ now” when he entered the restroom, because it was gay to talk to others when doing your business.

Just a gentle suggestion for your own consideration, and by no means meant as anything derogatory, but perhaps that feeling of discomfort is unconscious or unrecognized homophobia.

As a gay man I have had plenty of internalized homophobia and would not count such feelings against you at all. But I hope you could examine the feelings more closely and find out what’s really going on there.

If it’s not too personal, would you mind explaining a bit more about why it doesn’t feel right? Homophobia doesn’t have to mean you hate gays. But there’s something going on among men that’s making them increasingly afraid to be close to each other, and I fear it isn’t healthy either for men, or society.

[John Candy] Those aren’t pillows! [/John Candy]

Dammit! You beat me to it!

Anyway, I’ve slept with many a guys on vacation trips and stuff like that. Never was a problem.

Still, I have to admitt to doing the “empty seat between us” bit. Years ago I used to go to the afternoon movies with a gay friend of mine. He used to always try to sit next to me. I would then try to explain to him “That’s the gay seat” he would then try to explain to me: “Yeah, right! I’m gay, duh” eventually he would move over one seat, the whole time mumbling to himself " :rolleyes: Straight people are so weird."

My SO and roommates are used to having lots of friends stay over in their small apartment (college students all, btw), so bed-sharing is inevitable. Most of these friends are good, innocent Catholic boys full of internalized homophobia. We, being secure in our sexualities etc., snicker about situations like:

  • two male friends sleeping on the futon, each wrapped up in a separate blanket, curled up at opposite corners as far from each other as possible
  • two male friends sleeping on the futon and waking up spooning each other
  • one male friend getting my SO’s bed to himself, but sleeping on top of the covers.

Because oh noes, they’ll catch teh gay! :rolleyes:

Of course, these are the same boys who stay in Saturday night playing endless rounds of Karaoke Revolution, singing Madonna, Britney Spears, and “I Will Survive” all night, with great gusto…

Damn you to hell! And you too, Shakes!
shakes fist at screen

It was the perfect setup!

Believe me I have no “fear” of gay people whatsoever. I had a gay friend that took me on as his arm candy sidekick when I was in college in New Orleans. I would go out in groups of 10 or so people all the time and be the only straight one if I didn’t bring a straight friend with me. We went to gay hangouts all the time.

It is an instinctual response. I don’t like men touching me unnecessarily. Picture some creepy person you know coming up and giving you a big hug surprise from behind. That is what it feels like. I have two little brothers so I grew up thinking that the only reason for male to male contact is fighting.

Don’t get me wrong, I will hug male family members. I just don’t like being in those situations with non family members. I am not really a man’s man. It feels odd even if I ride alone in a car with another man because I do it so infrequently.

Don’t go overboard and think I any type of phobia. It is just a vague uncomfortable feeling.

If you want to analyze it it all started when my father left us all when I was 14…

For the past ten years, me and my dad have taken an all guy trip to the races with usually one of his friends and one of mine. Since rooms are outrageous, the bed sharing thing is a nobrainer, of course. However, I have one friend that when he gets drunk, gets naked and jumps under the covers with me, not cool. Another friend, who has been married quite some time, likes to snuggle in the middle of the night, again not cool. No big deal, I’m as big as his wife, but much hairier(I hope), easy mistake, besides its an excuse for violent contact. Makes for good laughs the next day.

On the urinal thing its a privacy thing, and avoiding the guy who wants to talk and delay the inevitable. A talker is especially annoying when your getting on a plane and taking a precautionary, those usually take some concentration and effort to get going.

At age 13 or maybe 14 I slept in the same bed as a male friend while staying over at his house (late 90s). I didn’t think anything of it, other than aforementioned Army-style macho fag jokes, but when my dad found out he freaked out. He thought said friend’s parents were trying to make us gay, and for the next few days all he could talk about–with company!–was “Could you believe my son had to sleep in the same bed with his friend when he went over to his house?” Gasp!

Then when we visited family friends in another state, said family friends put my dad and I in the same room, with one bed. I slept on the floor.

I think the whole space-between-guys thing is pretty silly. I mean, it’s one thing in urinals–if there are enough open urinals–because you’ve got your frickin’ cock out. But movies, hotels, whatever–who cares? Are people expecting the Sexuality Police to invade and drag out protesting straight guys for personal space violations? Utterly ridiculous. If you don’t show affection towards each other, you’re not “gay with each other”, period. Maybe part of it is having been in the military and having an extended stay in basic training with open showers etc, but it seems pretty cut and dry to me.

Now that I think about it, I probably would be hesitant to share a bed with another guy today. Maybe my best buddy if I had to. I’ve slept on enough floors and in enough tents in my life that I’ve never thought anything of making do with somewhat substandard sleeping conditions, anyway. Having extra seats at movies and stuff is pretty silly, though.

The funny thing about raging homophobes is they can turn into raging homosexuals when the hard liquor starts flowing. This happened to someone I knew in college, before I knew him (I knew lots of his friends, who captured the pool-party makeout session on video. Poor thing). Anyway, I figure there’s gotta be a reason homosexuality is so prominent on these peoples’ minds, right?

Last time was probably 5 years ago. I’d gone to a bar where a friend of mine was teaching the bar staff to mix cocktails. They needed a tester… I was a mess by the end of the night. Walked out of the bar, woosh, wind hit, keeled over. Hit head on fire escape and split my ear. My friend picks me up, walks back in and wraps my head with a whole roll of bandages. I looked like darkman, without the coolness.
Woke up the next morning and rolled over and saw my mate lying next to me in bed. He puts an arm round me and says “Give us a kiss darlin.” “Ok, but no tongues”. We pissed our selves laughing. Turns out my gf refused to sleep with me on account of the state I was in. He thought it was too good an opportunity to miss.
Theres been one or two other occassions. My only reason for avoiding it if it came up is that I’m generally a very light sleeper. Men snoor.
Agree with the view that you leave a urinal between you and another. Personal space, especially when someone has their dick out. If theres just one free, I go for that. No biggie.
Cinemas - I hate em on account of too much talking. But if I go with friends, I sit with them and wouldn’t dream of keeping a space. Just seems damn rude.

I have been in situations where several people wind up sharing a hotel room with too few beds so I had to bunk up or sleep on the floor. Being quite comfortable with my sexuality (and uncomfortable on the floor) I usually opted to crash with a bud.

That said, there was something that was always done - one person would sleep under the sheet while the other would sleep on top of it. This would help prevent unnecessary and potentially embarassing contact. I think there was a term for this, but I cannot recall it…