It happened again last night.
I went to this birthday party of a friend from work and, of course, he invited some of his friends from the neighborhood. One of them is a trainee being handled by Roj, one of the trainers under me.
It was kinda funny, but he thought Roj was gay until they met his girlfriend, who was quite pretty by the way. I laughed and said that no, Roj is straight; I am gay.
That brought the usual pregnant pause that comes after I come out to a new group. Of course, that kind of reaction never ceases to amaze me. It really was incredibly funny.
So I laughed. And they laughed back thinking I was just kidding. It took quite a while of convincing (and quite a few testimonials from the people who knew me) before they finally believed that I am gay.
I guess I really don’t fit the stereotype. Like I said before in these blogs, I am a man in a lot more ways than anatomy. I dress like your typical guy (totally unfashionable); I speak like any other guy; I act like them; I even think like them. Only difference is I think about men the way they think about women.
I mean, I see a man’s nice @$$ and I salivate the way other men lustily looks at a woman’s nice @$$. Broad, muscular men’s chests get me off the way other men pop a boner when they see a woman’s 36D juggies. And I do love sex as much as any other men… only, I would do it with men rather than women.
It’s not really hard for me to understand. But I guess other people just don’t get it. It becomes a little frustrating sometimes but after a while, it’s just funny.
I guess what gets them thinking the most is why I would willingly be honest about my sexuality when I could easily pass for a straight guy. They have no idea how much harder it is to be in the closet; especially for someone who loves his freedom so much like I do.
The best part of the night wasn’t my revelation, though.
Later on, after the drinking session had started, one of the neighborhood kids (20 years old, college stude, expressive eyes, totally cute) started flirting with me. Of course, I reciprocated.
It wasn’t long before we were giving each other quick pecks on the cheeks when we were whispering to each other. We were holding hands under the table. And he was telling me that he was "game" at anything.
Then, he asked me if I could buy a pack of cigarettes. I said sure, as long as he would come with me. So we borrowed a car and off we went to buy cigarettes.
While we were on our way, he asked me if I could buy some roasted chicken at Andok’s, too. I didn’t see anything wrong with that. After all, we were running low on pulutan.
I don’t really remember what we were talking about, but I do remember that I was holding his hand while I was driving. I was also giving him quick kisses while driving (it was really great that this was in the wee hours of the morning and there weren’t any cars on the road anymore).
I asked him if he likes me. He said yes, I asked him why and he said it was because I was funny.
Funny.
He then asked me if I liked him back. I said yes. Then he asked me if he could borrow 200 bucks. I laughed.
That’s funny.
I guess a typical gay guy wouldn’t think twice of sparing a cute boy with a couple of hundred bucks to get in his pants. Unfortunately for him, I’m not a typical gay guy.
Times like those, I am so grateful for whatever god is out there for giving me quite a good head on my shoulders.
I’m not being hypocritical about this. I mean, sure I have paid a couple of guys for sex before. But that was my decision. And it was their job. There was no false pretense in the beginning and it was essentially a business transaction.
It really bugs me when young boys make milking cows of some gay guys who were stupid enough to think that there would be no other way for them to get a cute boy but to pay them.
I know the game. I used to be that young boy, too. Been there, done that. Being on the receiving end of the offer, though, really makes it a full circle for me.
The really unfortunate thing about all this is that I really liked the guy up until he brought up the money thing. I have a lot of deal breakers for guys I go out, or thinking of goint out with. This goes high up the list.
The really funny thing about all this is that even though I don’t look like your typical gay guy, once these boys realize that I am gay, they automatically think that I would behave just like a typical gay guy that they could play on their hands.
The really frustrating thing about this is that I know he’s a good guy deep down. And I really like him. He just made the wrong offer to the wrong person.
I guess I’d still hang out with him. Maybe not on a date, but as friends. After all, we live in the same neighborhood and we have to be friendly with the neighbors, right?
But man, would I be pissed if he asks me for money again.
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