A Gay in the Life: Don't ask me who's on Top
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I’d like to preface this post by noting that I am not easily offended.
I grew up in a tattoo shop — not because my parents were getting sleeves and forgot me but because of my stepfather’s career choice.
Take a moment and think of a type of tattoo. Any type — from butterfly to swastika to Satan vomiting Jesus — and think of the potential locale for said tattoo, from chest to breast to inner-lip. Consider the types of people who might get those tattoos — and I’ve seen them, first hand, from age 3. Even the Jesus one.
Up close, personal, from the seat of a Harley: I’ve seen it.
Now I have nothing against tattoos or the people that get them. I have three (which is four more than I swore I’d ever get) and my stepdad’s tattoo shop helped pay for my college experience.
It also taught me from a very early age that there are as many types of people in this world as there are tattoos, words really are just words, and AOL and Skinemax baby-sit for free. You probably can’t offend me.
Annoying me, however, is another story entirely.
An (obviously closeted) co-worker of mine recently saw a picture of my boyfriend, which sits atop my desk just like a picture of any mid-20s guy or gal’s significant other might. It’s there to help me get through my tedious work day. And I like looking at him.
Now, this co-worker, not a work-friend or even a break-room buddy, saw the picture and immediately began commenting on how good-looking my boyfriend was.
Well, thanks! That’s fine. I know he is. It’s been six years, and attraction was clearly a part of the equation.
But something inside of him (though obviously not what he wants) told him that it was okay to keep going. I’d always wanted to know what he’d do to and with my boyfriend if he “weren’t straight,” so it was very informative, and it definitely got me thinking.
READ MORE at http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/2010/03/17/a-gay-in-the-life-please-d...
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I grew up in a tattoo shop — not because my parents were getting sleeves and forgot me but because of my stepfather’s career choice.
Take a moment and think of a type of tattoo. Any type — from butterfly to swastika to Satan vomiting Jesus — and think of the potential locale for said tattoo, from chest to breast to inner-lip. Consider the types of people who might get those tattoos — and I’ve seen them, first hand, from age 3. Even the Jesus one.
Up close, personal, from the seat of a Harley: I’ve seen it.
Now I have nothing against tattoos or the people that get them. I have three (which is four more than I swore I’d ever get) and my stepdad’s tattoo shop helped pay for my college experience.
It also taught me from a very early age that there are as many types of people in this world as there are tattoos, words really are just words, and AOL and Skinemax baby-sit for free. You probably can’t offend me.
Annoying me, however, is another story entirely.
An (obviously closeted) co-worker of mine recently saw a picture of my boyfriend, which sits atop my desk just like a picture of any mid-20s guy or gal’s significant other might. It’s there to help me get through my tedious work day. And I like looking at him.
Now, this co-worker, not a work-friend or even a break-room buddy, saw the picture and immediately began commenting on how good-looking my boyfriend was.
Well, thanks! That’s fine. I know he is. It’s been six years, and attraction was clearly a part of the equation.
But something inside of him (though obviously not what he wants) told him that it was okay to keep going. I’d always wanted to know what he’d do to and with my boyfriend if he “weren’t straight,” so it was very informative, and it definitely got me thinking.
READ MORE at http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/2010/03/17/a-gay-in-the-life-please-d...
:)
