Nov 14, 2010 22:47
Had a version of this conversation with Thomas tonight.
I'm shortening it a lot cuz well, I'm tired and Ima gonna go bed.
But we were talking about this cute lil cubby I had the pleasure of flirting with tonight. He'll prolly read this and he knows who he is. He's adorable.
Oh the way home Thomas and I were discussing how said cubby was in a perfect place. You know, you have the job that doesn't pay enough, you have your first apartment, you're going to the bars and you have guys clamoring all over you.
And it's a great feeling. The world is open.
It's that sense of joy and discovery and sheer excitement at knowing you're ok. You're being validated.
Now, this isn't an Oprah kinda thing where you just want to feel good about yourself.
But come on, really, the Bear community, of which a lot of us are part of, is just a bunch of guys that used to be the dorky overweight nerdy kid who for some unknown reason, the fates have decided we could become the new "desirable".
It's a nice feeling.
And Thomas and I were discussing how this can come at many times in one's life.
I remember being 21 in San Francisco and shouting at the top of my lungs, "I'm young, I'm cute, I'm gay! Let's drink a lot, do tons of drugs and have lots of sex!" That was joy and freedom and innocence.
Now that I'm forty, I still feel like I can shout that out (except the drugs LOL. Gurl, I'm too old for that)
But I'm hitting a new stride and it's gooooood. THAT is joy and freedom and confidence.
Thomas mentioned a similar feeling. He can you about his experience himself.
At my Halloween party a very nice woman commented about how surprised/delighted she was to see so many big fat hairy gay men dancing and loving with such abandon.
This is a good time in our lives and we should always dance with love and joy and wild abandon.
Why not?
bears,
gay stuff