Is Gay The New Black?
August 24th 2009 07:03
It's been a while between drinks folks...
New York called, I had to write a new book...everything was scheduled so heavily..and here I am, one year on.
So back in Brisbane - we had a marvellous weekend of shananigans, and I did want to ask the question, Is being gay the new black?
I found myself in various bars with various gay and lesbian friends, eventually, we were drinking cosmopolitans and champagne alongside several drag queens as well - and I had a fabulous night. No entry fee's, drinks were free, laughter was bountiful.
I think 'gay' IS the new black.
It's addictive.
It's more-ish.
The men that approached me were wonderful, quality chaps. I suppose it takes some gumption to approach a girl surrounded by flamboyant, loud, gay people?
I like a man who's comfortable enough in his own skin to do so.
Afterall, gay men and women are woven into the intricate fabric of my life - part of the motley crew that is my extended circle of love...
So I wonder - are straight men more accepting now of our 'gay' husbands? Or are they just less homophobic these days because we, as a society, are more accepting of same sex relationships??
I hope it's a mixture of both.
There was something so sexy about the way 'Mr Muscles' sashayed over to our table, plonked a bottle of Bollinger down and several glasses, the gay peace offering de jeur!
He sat on the stool beside me, engaged me with his wit and charm and turned to my drag queen friend and commented on the alluring sequined ensemble she was wearing and the tassels that kept getting caught on everything.
I was bewitched by this specimen of 'straight man'.
When had they evolved?
And how on earth did I miss it?
Somewhere between Australia and Europe, en route to New York and back again - the heterosexual Aussie male morphed into something pulverisingly majestic.
Stunningly awesome.
And he came with us to the hottest gay club in town. He got on the podium and danced for me, alongside all the shirtless, gorgeous gay men. And he disolved into fits of laughter with me, all the way home -waxing lyrical about the best night he'd had in forever....
But this brings me to a problem.
Have this new breed of metrosexual men blurred the dating lines for women?
The goal posts have been moved. Perhaps a little too far left of centre.
We can't tell who's gay and who's straight anymore.
Gone are the days of the guy picking you up in his black Lexus, wearing some husky aftershave that tickles your senses.
Now?
Well now these chosen men are wearing Prada belts and Florsheim shoes, using hair products and cleansers and toners and fake tanning...
High maintenance men used to be just my contingent of gay husbands - now? The world has changed...so much so that as I kicked my heels off and grabbed my hand cream - Mr Muscles held out his hand for a hit of the luxurious cream too.
I was uncomfortable.
I got goosebumps.
I felt like I was about to have sex with a gay man.
Unnerving to say the least.
My gay friends were all adamant that Mr Muscles was also gay. He was too comfortable in the gay surrounds, amoungst the gay folk...
Mr Muscles merely said "I have a great time with gay people, I dig it all, the music, the bitchiness, the peels of laughter, the good champagne - all ingrediants for a great night out".
I had to agree.
And he certainly knew his way around the secret places of my body like a straight man who has well and truly honed his craft.
So who am I to complain?
And my gay friends loved him.
Mostly for his muscles and the champagne - so shallow are they!
Gay IS the new black.
Thank goodness fashion is so cyclical.
New York called, I had to write a new book...everything was scheduled so heavily..and here I am, one year on.
So back in Brisbane - we had a marvellous weekend of shananigans, and I did want to ask the question, Is being gay the new black?
I found myself in various bars with various gay and lesbian friends, eventually, we were drinking cosmopolitans and champagne alongside several drag queens as well - and I had a fabulous night. No entry fee's, drinks were free, laughter was bountiful.
I think 'gay' IS the new black.
It's more-ish.
The men that approached me were wonderful, quality chaps. I suppose it takes some gumption to approach a girl surrounded by flamboyant, loud, gay people?
I like a man who's comfortable enough in his own skin to do so.
Afterall, gay men and women are woven into the intricate fabric of my life - part of the motley crew that is my extended circle of love...
So I wonder - are straight men more accepting now of our 'gay' husbands? Or are they just less homophobic these days because we, as a society, are more accepting of same sex relationships??
I hope it's a mixture of both.
There was something so sexy about the way 'Mr Muscles' sashayed over to our table, plonked a bottle of Bollinger down and several glasses, the gay peace offering de jeur!
He sat on the stool beside me, engaged me with his wit and charm and turned to my drag queen friend and commented on the alluring sequined ensemble she was wearing and the tassels that kept getting caught on everything.
I was bewitched by this specimen of 'straight man'.
When had they evolved?
And how on earth did I miss it?
Somewhere between Australia and Europe, en route to New York and back again - the heterosexual Aussie male morphed into something pulverisingly majestic.
Stunningly awesome.
And he came with us to the hottest gay club in town. He got on the podium and danced for me, alongside all the shirtless, gorgeous gay men. And he disolved into fits of laughter with me, all the way home -waxing lyrical about the best night he'd had in forever....
But this brings me to a problem.
Have this new breed of metrosexual men blurred the dating lines for women?
The goal posts have been moved. Perhaps a little too far left of centre.
We can't tell who's gay and who's straight anymore.
Gone are the days of the guy picking you up in his black Lexus, wearing some husky aftershave that tickles your senses.
Now?
Well now these chosen men are wearing Prada belts and Florsheim shoes, using hair products and cleansers and toners and fake tanning...
High maintenance men used to be just my contingent of gay husbands - now? The world has changed...so much so that as I kicked my heels off and grabbed my hand cream - Mr Muscles held out his hand for a hit of the luxurious cream too.
I was uncomfortable.
I got goosebumps.
I felt like I was about to have sex with a gay man.
Unnerving to say the least.
My gay friends were all adamant that Mr Muscles was also gay. He was too comfortable in the gay surrounds, amoungst the gay folk...
Mr Muscles merely said "I have a great time with gay people, I dig it all, the music, the bitchiness, the peels of laughter, the good champagne - all ingrediants for a great night out".
I had to agree.
And he certainly knew his way around the secret places of my body like a straight man who has well and truly honed his craft.
So who am I to complain?
And my gay friends loved him.
Mostly for his muscles and the champagne - so shallow are they!
Gay IS the new black.
Thank goodness fashion is so cyclical.
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