After months of contemplating starting a blog, I've finally pulled the trigger. In a sea of anonymous 'closet homo' and 'gay bro' themes, I imagine my perspective and my thoughts on here will overlap with a lot of the sentiments you'll read on other blogs. That said, I hope my ramblings offer some insightful takeaways for others who might be in the same position as I am (I am not a unique snowflake). But ultimately, this is for me--an outlet for the ruminations that I'd rather not bore my friends with.
I'm 25. Left home to live in a big city. I have a good job, a healthy social life and a corporate discount at my local gym. I began the arduous process of coming out about a year ago, taking my sweet ass time with telling the people in my life. A handful knows I'm into dudes, and I'm sure plenty more suspect something's up. Like every other guy on Grindr, I'm #masc...I drink beer and whiskey, use monikers like "bro" and "dude" in everyday conversation, lift weights and am often referred to as a bro.
But there's a lot more to me than that, bro. And that's part of what inspired me to start No, Not Looking. If you love the occasional sweaty romp like I do, you're familiar with the cadence of the words "looking" and "not looking". The former--looking to fuck. The latter--not looking to fuck, no real agenda and possibly, looking for something more substantial.
So that's me. Not looking for something mundane--but looking for more...clarity on my own life, perspective on what it's like for a gay dude who doesn't define himself by sexuality and an understanding of why the fuck I (and countless others) think so much about being a homo, and why sometimes it even bothers me.
So here we go.
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