Gay And Proud Of It

Ok, in case no one out there knows, I have a secret to tell.

Shhh! Don’t tell anyone but I am gay!!

Yup – you got it. I sleep with other guys, not women. In fact women do absolutely nothing for me sexually. They may be great company, help out with the cooking or shopping, catch a movie, or go man hunting together, but that’s where my interest in them ends. Want to go to bed with me? Well yeah no probs, but only if you are a guy.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not ‘anti-woman’, its just I don’t want to sleep with any of them. Not that I haven’t gone down that path back at university.

I like the look of men, the smell of men, and the feel of men. There is something about men that makes me hard and turns me on. There’s nothing like picking up another guy, spending the night together, and waking up in the morning to feel their 5 o‘clock shadow on their face.

Men for me are easy to talk to. You don’t have to try and ‘interpret’ what they are saying or wanting. If a man wants a beer, he asks for a beer. If he wants to try a new position he saw on the porno tape last night, he will say so. If they see a shirt they like, they buy it, and rarely do they go home and decide they no longer like it.

A woman on the other hand [and this is generalising obviously], is totally different. For a start, their brains work on a different wavelength than ours. If they ask for a beer, then buy her champagne because that’s what she really wants. Nine out of ten times, the outfit she bought will not be the right one once she gets home. The other one was better.

So what brought this on you may ask?

An interesting situation arose last week at work. One of the girls I know propositioned me! It wasn’t the fact that she was a girl, or that she propositioned me, but what took me by surprise is that she didn’t know I was gay! My sexuality is well known at work, and it is something I don’t hide. Not that I run around saying “hey, I am GAY”, but if someone asks me, I give them an honest answer. A lot of the girls ask me to check out the “new guy” and whether he is straight or gay. And some of the staff in our training department always call around with “a friend of yours is in training” when a new gay guy joins the company.

But with this girl – Jackie [and not her real name] – she honestly did not know I was gay, even though we work on the same shift and generally have been having smokos together for the last year. At first I thought she was joking, but when she started giving me her home number and address, I was thrown. And THAT does not happen very often. Me and speechless does not go hand-in-hand, but that is exactly what I was – speechless.

I was rescued from this embarrassing situation when Margaret – one of my co-workers who has known I am gay for a few years – came up and asked if I wanted to go “man hunting” this weekend. My reply to her was “if I can have him first” brought a shocked look on Jackie’s face as it dawned on her that I wasn’t straight. The shock then turned to embarrassment for her as she realised what she had actually done. To save her further embarrassment [and to myself], I told her that coffee would be great, and that we should organise it sometime.

This situation [which has happened on a number of other occasions] makes me wonder about women. Women are supposed to be the more sensitive and ‘in tune’ with their feelings, and generally are the ones that can pick a gay guy, than men are. So how is it they can sometimes be so blind?

I am so glad that I am gay; at least my gaydar works 99.99% of the time. Any yep, that masculine scent still is the only thing that turns me on. Sorry ladies, but I am gay and proud of it.

James