Never really saw a 'gay movie' I liked. Just not my thing. That said - I'm not a huge fan of movies in general, and a story has to be incredibly unusual or interesting for me to want to sit still long enough to watch it. Besides, I think my own life is more interesting.
I don't have time to sit around vicariously living someone else's life.
My husband was watching Looking for a bit. Not sure if he stopped, or if he's in between seasons - I don't know. He's a TV junkie. I'm not. I sat through one episode and found it totally sterotypical. Guy wants to bang sexy foreign boss with an accent, but is bothered that said boss is in a relationship, yet continues to throw hints and innuendos. Then they do it anyway.
No offense intended to fans of Looking or of 'gay movies'.
I am 40, and have been with my husband since 2005. I think he's 'the one'.
I was never much of a dater, though I have always enjoyed going out and meeting people. I can be the loner or the life of the party, and often swing back and forth between the two, probably dependent upon the moon or Mercury. I'm more the love-at-first-sight guy. Yes, I believe in fate and destiny - with options and intersections - and of course, karma. To quote Madonna - "future lovers hide love inside their eyes". Totally.
I love bars and clubs, as long as they aren't douchey. When I was 18, in 1992, there was no social media - no dating sites - no hookup apps - very few cell phones. If you wanted to meet guys you went out and met them in person.
I sound like an old man, but that's ok. There was no being tricked by creative profile pictures. What you saw standing in front of you was pretty much what you got, minus the morning breath and bed-head.
I used to be vain beyond compare. Then...my hairline started creeping back, and the whole hipster thing came along, and I said 'fu*k it'. I don't know what it's like where all of you live, but in Denver, the gays and the hipsters are indistinguishabel from each other, and while skinny jeans, a beard, and orange sneakers with a green plaid shirt might look great on *that* guy, it's just not my thing.
These days, I've got too much to do and there is very little time for getting all pimped out and being a barfly. Home-ownership, gardening (my favorite hobby), hiking, camping, three cats and one dog, a husband who, even at age 35, couldn't find his way out of a paper bag, and of course - work. There's barely time to read a book, anymore. Sometimes I detest my own maturity and attention to responsibility, but I never miss the naivety (idiocy) of youth. On the few occasions I do watch TV, I'm a bit obsessed with ID (Investigation Discovery) and frankly, I'm lucky to be alive in retrospect. I look back at the fun, but totally stupid and irresponsible things I did as a younger man - I was totally naive and far too trusting - and I feel lucky to have emerged unscathed...except for being HIV+, which ironically, I didn't get from promiscuity but from someone I loved, who I thought I could trust. Then again, I could be dismembered and buried in a field somewhere..so...um...yeah. Be careful, guys.
I've always had a varied assortment of friends. Gay, straight, men, women, old, young - I have friends in their 60's and friends that aren't even old enough to drink yet. I like being the wise one, but I also like having wisdom handed down to me. The last thing I want is a circle of people just like me as friends. Boring.!
I'm definitely the Dorothy of my social circles, though.