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Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark. Brandon’s blogging again. So, I’ve been thinking. Like, you know, really thinking. (I know, right?) Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons. The onset of Fall. Fall is the season for thinking, I feel. Everything about Fall puts me in an introspective mood.The changing color of the leaves [...]
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Straight men like to refer to these behaviors when other men do them as gay or, my personal favorite, metrosexual, which of course is just the more PC way to blatantly call someone a flaming fag. That is, typical straight men are just as unlikely to indulge in behaviors that are labeled as “metrosexual” as they are in things labeled “gay.”
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Only this time something was different. In my head. I don’t know if it was the booze (though it wasn’t the first time we’d tried it after drinking), or maybe the Greek Classics class I’d had that day was so damn boring that it literally left my body numb, but I was more than ever determined to, as a friend would put it, “have the sex.” I grit my teeth, closed my eyes, and told my friend to not stop no matter what (and considering all the times I’d inadvertently blue-balled him, I knew I didn’t have to tell him twice.)
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I hugged myself as I walked down the street. I even lost myself in my haze of self-pity and shed a few tears on the bus. As I walked the final few blocks home, I felt like I was in one of those early 2000’s teen dramas – you know where the beautiful heroine has just been forced to eat a bit of humble pie and she’s walking down the street, dejected and alone, maybe there’s a little Michelle Branch playing in the background. I thought there was nothing I wanted to do more than lie in bed, cry my eyes out, and go to work the next day secure in the belief that I was meant to be alone and pitiable.
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Picture it: Philadelphia, 2008. A young, impressionable, single (and tolerating it) gay man is on one of the first dates he’s been on since his break-up, and it is going swimmingly. So swimmingly, in fact, that it extended into a two-day date. They had met at a bar in Center City, casual, and populated). They [...]
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(Hah, that randomizer has a sense of humor, I see. I was kinda hoping that this topic would be one of the last – you know, spare myself some embarrassment. But eh, guess it’s good to get it out of the way now.) Being single…yes, I’m single. That was hard. I think the worst part [...]
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