Extreme gay dating
Just like Eminem couldn’t keep himself away from the rap game, I could resist the sweet temptation of swiping myself into a vodka-soaked depression. That was a tad dramatic but it makes for a good read! This title is a tad extreme but that’s just the mood I’m in apparently.
I absolutely loath the whole concept of online dating. The topic of dating has come up quite a bit in my life over the past couple weeks.
“I used to get so excited when the meth was all gone.” This is my friend Jeremy.
“When you have it,” he says, “you have to keep using it.
For those that don’t know a lot about me, I wait tables part time.
From the outside my girlfriend and I kissing is seen as 'straight' therefore we are seen as invading gay people’s safe space It’s no surprise that so few bisexual men are out of the closet.
Whilst many believe the LGBT community are there to support one another, the majority of negativity towards bisexuals I’ve experienced has been at the hands of gay men.
A study by the Journal of Bisexuality suggested that bisexual people face just as much discrimination within the LGBT community as they do from straight people.
Every time I’m within 10 feet of a noodle, it’s the same. Before Google, I remember reading a guide in a magazine on how to hold chopsticks. I remember the diagram on the yellowing pages, with a tea stain just off to the right, which showed a cartoon finger deftly holding a set, with a small arrow to show the movement you could make. I had a speech about my use of a fork prepared – which wasn’t hard as they almost always said the same thing. I made a valiant effort with each but sadly it just didn’t work out. “You’re disrespecting the culture.” I am not at a formal banquet with the Vietnamese president, I’m on a date in Viet Hoa sharing a summer roll with what appears to be the official UK representative for the boring halitosis contest.
That creeping anxiety in anticipation of the inevitable; the resentful side-eye to the two slender wooden oppressors at my hand. ” If this were a saloon bar in the wild west, the piano player would stop abruptly and everyone would turn to face me. Every time, years later, as a grown adult, when I found chopsticks in my hand, I would remember that diagram. “It’s an insult to the food/chef/restaurant to eat it with a fork.” The food can’t talk, the chef can’t see, the restaurant cares only that I pay and don’t phone up tomorrow complaining of food poisoning. “It’s very typically Western to refuse to learn how to use them.” I didn’t refuse, I just can’t. Whether I plunge a fork or a chopstick into my food is irrelevant, and the whole point of eating is you enjoy your food and you’re having a nice time, not awkwardly spearing prawns and taking three hours to trap a noodle because it looks better. It’s part of the trend for fetishising food and the way we prepare and eat it.