I know you’re out there. Guys like me. Str8 gay guys, guys who are guys who want guys who are guys. Some bullshit at times – can two people ever avoid it? – but Calvin Klein cologne, never.
We’re out there in the urban jungles leading the gay solo life, or married in suburbia, sometimes with kids, checking out the gym sauna or that adult bookstore on the sly. We’re auto mechanics, teachers, lawyers, UPS drivers (yes!), clerks, jocks and beer guzzlers. Some of us still have one foot in the closet for whatever professional or personal reasons. Then there are those of us who’ve kicked the door off its hinges and don’t give a fuck what people think because we’re confident in our masculinity and feel that what it is to be a man has a lot more to do with what’s upstairs in our heads than what we’ve got between our legs. Some of us like giving it, others like getting it, but while we may use terms like “top” or “bottom” in our conversations or web profiles to cut to the chase, we hate labels. We’re homosexuals – not fags – because we’re a guy who just happens to want a guy and knows what a guy wants. It’s that simple. Right?
Sure, being gay can be adventurous, but because we haven’t got a script like straights, it can also be a challenge. That’s why I think it’s time us guys had something to guide us and talk about what we want and think without all that fag fluff, glitter and gloss that the media and even our own sub-culture peddles. I’ve lived and played in New York City, L.A., and South Florida, hotbeds of gaydom, and traveled throughout most of the U.S., and what I’m going to try to do here, men, in my daily blog, “Confessions of a Str8 Gay Man” is give you guys a heads up on what it is to be gay in America and, most importantly, how best to navigate the invariably rough bumps all of us in this Life will encounter sooner, if not later. A gay fantasy with walks on the beach and hot showers this blog ain’t.
Unlike some gay propagandists that paint a rosy, cum-stained picture to sell their camming hunks, two-for-one drink specials, or stainless steel douches, I have no agenda other than to tell the truth as I’ve seen it. Some of you, when you read my unvarnished, highly biased observations, opinions and advice, sprinkled with a healthy dose of true confessions, will say “right on, bro!” But I’m sure there will also be just as many of you out there who’ll shout, “who the fuck does this arrogant queer think he is?” So be it.
I hope my pearls of hard-won wisdom will help you maximize your hardons and minimize your heartache.
RP Andrews spent most of his life in New York City as a public relations executive before relocating to Fort Lauderdale in 2002 where he enjoyed a brief second career teaching writing at a local university.
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