I was having dinner at The Canal Club in Venice with my ladies when I heard over my shoulder, in a deep southern accent, “Jim, is that you?” I turned around and standing at the table was an old roommate. I barely recognized him. His once toned and buffed body was now chubby and bloated. As I looked at him standing there in front of me, a slew of old, dark emotions come whirling back. I lived with him when I first moved to California back in 2003. This was during the loneliest and darkest period in my life—I was so deep in the closet that I kept all relationships at an unhealthy distance. The 6 months I lived in Irvine, I didn’t allow any of my roommates to get to know me, especially Willy. I believed he was also a closeted homo and instead of treating him as an ally like I should have, I treated him as a threat. It’s one of the ugliest things gay men do.
January 2011
93 posts
Willy Crack Corn And I Don't Care
Behave (A Text Conversation)
- Older Gay Hank: I must confess. I thought u were completely handsome and adorable. Too shy to say it to you last night.
- Me: (wiping the crust out of my eye) Thanks.
- O.G.H: Are you at the airport already?
- Me: No. I missed my flight. I had to get a later flight.
- O.G.H.: Cool. I wish I could have a hug and a kiss before you go.
- Me: Haaaank, behave.
- O.G.H: OK sorry. It doesn't hurt for the B-day to try!
- Me: Amen to that.
- O.G.H.: Everyone's still a sleep... Ok ok, sorry, still trying.
- NOTE: This is the text conversation I had at 8 a.m. with Hank, the older gay I met while having brunch at Rosie's. We met him and his partner of 14 years when they came over to say Thank You to Sweet D after she sent a Birthday Bucket of Micky Ultras to his table. Hank and his partner were cute, fun, and seemed completely happy. I never got the cheating vibe. But maybe that's why they're happy: an open relationship. Is that the only way to have a lasting relationship in the gay community: by fucking monogamy?
Behave (A Text Conversation)
- Older Gay Hank: I must confess. I thought u were completely handsome and adorable. Too shy to say it to you last night.
- Me: (wiping the crust out of my eye) Thanks.
- O.G.H: Are you at the airport already?
- Me: No. I missed my flight. I had to get a later flight.
- O.G.H.: Cool. I wish I could have a hug and a kiss before you go.
- Me: Haaaank, behave.
- O.G.H: OK sorry. It doesn't hurt for the B-day to try!
- Me: Amen to that.
- O.G.H.: Everyone's still a sleep... Ok ok, sorry, still trying.
- NOTE: This is the text conversation I had at 8 a.m. with Hank, the older gay I met while having brunch at Rosie's. We met him and his partner of 14 years when they came over to say Thank You to Sweet D after she sent a Birthday Bucket of Micky Ultras to his table. Hank and his partner were cute, fun, and seemed completely happy. I never got the cheating vibe. But maybe that's why they're happy: an open relationship. Is that the only way to have a lasting relationship in the gay community: by fucking monogamy?
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