Haven't talked much about the homosexuality around here. It pretty much feels like it's just me. Despite from fervent hopes from a tall, lanky dude with straight black hair and a white sweater. I'm trying to stay away from him. It's not exactly a secret that I'm gay, but it hasn't come up.
I'm not eager for it either. I mean, look, these guys are guys. One of the things I like about this place is that it is pretty country. On the other hand, that comes with some baggage, these are mostly good ol' boys.
Larry, my bunkmate, said that some women want to be sexually harassed. “Maybe if they carry around a giant billboard that says 'I want to be sexually harassed.'” I interjected. Of course, Larry is also courting a woman because he wants her money. Larry's been great to me, but he'd kind of a shitty person.
There's also a little bit of celebratory “yeah, I fucked her.” A lot of objectification. I've managed not to stumble across any porn, so small favors.
The thing I do when I end up in the company of--lets call them salt-of-the-earth folk--is that I try to stand out in some way before the gay thing comes up. Currently, I'm the guy that washes the hell out of the dishes.
That's great. I'd rather it go, “That guy who washes the hell out of the dishes is gay,” than “It turns out that gay guy does great dishes.”
It's a subtle difference that colors the way people look at me, and there will always be assholes who can't get past it, but generally speaking those shitbirds are only homophobes because of social pressures anyway. If you can get the majority on board, those guys usually aren't problems.
Unless they're the repressed guys.
The thing is, wow, Mr. White Sweater...like, I don't want to have sex with him, I just want to see the little smile he makes. You know the one, like right after a guy comes down off a good orgasm. That one. Anyway, there are like three other kinda hot dudes here too, but sadly it's all for naught and I just try to keep thinking pure thoughts.
Well, not that pure.
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