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WARNING: THIS POST IS ABOUT AS DARK AS I GET, DON’T READ IT WITHOUT HAVING YOUR GUARD UP. I’M ALSO WELL AWARE THERE ARE MORE ASPECTS TO GAY LIFE THAN JUST THIS PERSPECTIVE – BUT RIGHT NOW THIS IS THE ONE I’M GIVING SOME AIR TIME.

I literally have no hope left for the gay community. I’m 37, going on dead. I was born into a world of people, but I fear I will die in a world of internet-addicted, mindless animals. I came out in 1993, in Sydney, to a gay scene that was vibrant, colourful, out and proud. Here I sit not twenty years later, and the community has been decimated by the Internet. Completely, utterly decimated. As a whole, gays everywhere have become a sick group of animals who have completely lost their ability to interact on any authentic level, who have fearfully squashed themselves into simplified categories of drop-down boxes, and who banish entire groups of their own kind based purely on unwanted physical characteristics that do not fit the Gay-For-Pay Porn Model Image. We demand equal rights, but treat each other like sub-human animals, and worship the Straight Man as God-King.

We are an un-community. We have become a consumer product. We are the iGays. We have lost our souls. And we don’t even know it.

I have never felt more ugly, unworthy, and disgusting as I feel now. I have become so acutely self-conscious and lacking in esteem that if I actually venture out (despite this having become a pointless expedition of being ignored and judged, and watching small groups of gay males ignoring other small groups of gay males), I’m too uncomfortable to even dance anymore. I have no joy left in my life, because I have lost hope that I will ever share my life with another person. I look at other gay men, older than me, who have literally given up on life, and I used to condemn them, revolted by their apathy, but I am starting to understand them, understand why they feel so ripped off by this existence. They are labelled “bitter old queens”, but they deserve love and respect. Not everyone is strong enough to “keep on keeping on” in the face of this monstrously soulless life that is called Gay.

After having consumer culture rammed down our wide-open, cum-drenched throats for decades, after being heteronormalised to the point where we deride our own selves for being “gay”, our only desire has now become this:



It doesn’t matter what any of us look like – fat, ugly, beautiful, handsome, young, old, white, African, Asian, or whatever – THIS is the only acceptable partner for our lives. And if this is the ONLY ACCEPTABLE OPTION, then we are in a really bad state, because there is simply not enough of these Adonis Fantasy Men to go around.

We no longer see human beings and learn to love them, explore them, lock eyes with them and feel the exhilaration of romance and falling in love. We just log on to Grindr, the gay slot-machine, and repeatedly “load more guys” waiting for a jackpot that will never come. We are addicts, just like any common gamblers addicted to their machines. It doesn’t matter how many beautiful, similarly-tortured, like-minded souls send us a message, because unless they are this dude above, we are simply not interested.

We ignore, block, or prick-tease our way around our fellow brothers-in-pain, compounding the sense of self-hatred onto ourselves, and projecting it onto others. We salivate over these perfect guys, (perfect on the outside, not anywhere else), who exist only on our screens in porno fantasies. We throw ourselves repeatedly at them, we have childish tantrums if they ignore or reject us, and we pull our hair and wail about our accursed single-lives.

We deny our true desires, and claim we want only NSA FUN, because we don’t want to look needy and desperate, BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL ARE. It’s also really convenient to claim we’re “not after a relationship” because it makes our job so much easier when we “accidentally” forget to message that last fuck back. There was nothing wrong with him, he was hot and sexy and made us cum, but he wasn’t our jackpot, he wasn’t our Knight in Shining Hot Top Masc Str8 Acting Armour come on a white horse, torso exposed, muscles rippling, cock large thick and hard, ready to pound us endlessly into a multi-orgasmic nirvana happily ever after till Cher turns back time (eeew a gay icon, that’s so gay, it’s making me soft to think about her! REAL MASC MEN ONLY. NO HOMO. NO FEM.)

We have denied an entire half of our sexuality (our versatility, the fact that we have a cock AND a hole) and become addicted to bottomness, searching endlessly for the Hot Masc Top to save us, refusing to ever supply the pleasure we are addicted to receiving. We have shoved ourselves into heteronormative gender roles of masculine and feminine, man and woman, husband and wife, top and bottom, big spoon and little spoon, pitcher and catcher, top bunk and bottom bunk, and LITERALLY HATE OURSELVES for it. Oh, we claim we are versatile, but first opportunity it’s legs up and open high in the air, come save me Top Tarzan Man! If we allowed ourselves some love and romance, as we once did, in our fledgling days of true pride, we might fall for a man deeply enough to want all of him, and to want to give all of ourselves, not just our holes. But nope! Our sex addicted bottom-selves won’t allow this, (after all love and romance, those aren’t “masc things”, those are girly concepts, right?), and it’s easier to just BLOCK, PULL THAT LEVER, LOAD MORE GUYS, JACKPOT? BLOCK, PULL THAT LEVER, LOAD MORE GUYS…



BLOCK. PULL THAT LEVER. LOAD MORE GUYS…. and then pull that trigger because right now, in 2012, a bullet seems preferable to looking at another headless, soulless torso with the word MASC written above it.

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[KorvinOdAmbera]

Preporučio bih čoveku da se prijavi na OKCupid.

[Anhedonie]

Koja mesavina carrie bradshaw i klasicnog "u moje vreme...". Pa, vreme se promenilo, kultura se promenila, kao sto ce se opet promeniti kad se smori I tako u krug, nema razloga za patetisanjem nad istim. Nekada si bio u vecini i sad si prestao da budes i bilo ti je lepo i aj sad da izbacujem frustracije jer mi vise nije.

Ne svidja mi se.

Lici mi na film "a quest for true love" (valjda se tako zove) - svi oce samo sex a ja samo ljubav, jadan ja

[bern]

ineternet itakako oblikuje gay zajednicu. npr. većina nas ovdje ne zna šta je crusing.

[Anhedonie]

Znamo, iz pornica

[Sixto]

Ma kakvi, nemamo pojma!

[KorvinOdAmbera]

[/url]ineternet itakako oblikuje gay zajednicu. npr. većina nas ovdje ne zna šta je crusing.

Ma kakav internet oblikuje zajednicu isti kurac i u saunama, sve gledaju nadole, niko se ne jebe, da im je ikako da im ne uđe, jer su im standardni previsoki, a pod istim standardima vide sebe, pa su zato smoreni, samo kruže istim rutama po 50 krugova obrnu, ne znam kako im se ne zavrti u glavi.

To isto kao kada bih došao u javnim toaletima i onda uhvatio tipa za kitu i drkao mu u pisaoru i plakao povodom toga što nema ljubavi na ovim mestima. :'(

[Tungi]

Kako za koga, mene telo tog gore uopće ne privlači, niti su mi takvi ciljna grupa.
ALI... Nemam ništa protiv fem, str8looking, NSA, ANON, JB, VGL, NotVGL i ostalih kategorija i podkategorija, sem BB, naravno.

Primetno je lately, da je sve više probirača i da se gay scena nagore izmenila, nije da je dosad bila ni nešto bolja, ali donekle normalnija.. Svi misle da su dive, svi liče jedni na druge, svima su idoli iste osobe, svi bi da izgledaju kao Apoloni, svi očekuju Apolone, sve je plastificirano i površno..

Mislim , ništa pametno nisam ni rekao, a da se već ne zna.
Ja se ne dam voditi nikakvim novonastalim 'vrednostima', niti išta očekujem od takvog sveta i sistema, pa ne mogu ni da kukam, kako i zašto je sve to tako. To je za preziranje. Nije kiselo grožđe.

[blenta]

sta je kruzing

[nsc]

[/url] sta je kruzing

[KorvinOdAmbera]

Dobro de, znate da je hteo reći da ne znamo *za* kruzing, a ne šta je tj. nismo morali na taj način da tražimo seks.

[bern]

[/url]Dobro de, znate da je hteo reći da ne znamo *za* kruzing, a ne šta je tj. nismo morali na taj način da tražimo seks.

da...

There are a lot of reasons why gay men have embraced online chat rooms
as a way of hooking up. It cuts through the uncomfortable small talk
men traditionally had to endure in face-to-face encounters. It alleviates
social anxieties, and for bisexual men or men who are struggling to come
out, affords more privacy to figure out one’s feelings about one’s queer
attractions while talking about them in the safety of virtual reality. For
the majority of men, these benefits seem to outweigh the immediacy of
cruising bars. Drawbacks to using the Internet to meet include the lack
of real-time erotic flirtation that precedes an actual first encounter and
often, the absence of romance. It may be convenient, but seeking sex on
the Internet can contribute to a person’s remaining isolated and not de-
veloping requisite social skills that come with face-to-face conversation
and real, face-to-face interactions.

[Anhedonie]

a trazenje sexa u sauni moze da dovede do bolestina. pa to ne znaci da je lose. svaki vid komunikacije ima svoje prednosti i mane, ne postoji generalno bolji niti losiji.

[AbortiraniTerorista]

Meni ovo liči na hiljadu puta čute kuknjave kad neki bucko krene da pljuje kako su gejevi površni i zanima ih samo spoljni izgled, a kad mu priđe neki drugi bucko kaže mu, beži bre svinjo debela!

[bern]

[/url]a trazenje sexa u sauni moze da dovede do bolestina. pa to ne znaci da je lose. svaki vid komunikacije ima svoje prednosti i mane, ne postoji generalno bolji niti losiji.

može, ali i ne mora. svakako je rizičnije. pogotovo ako dodaš droge.

mi ovdje na forumu, iako smo "virtuelni", spadamo u mali procenat lgtb populacije koji zna da komunicira.

previše je gejeva koji sa ostalim gejevima umiju pričati samo na nivou zacrtanih uloga u krevetu, neostvarenih fetiša, flertovanja na nivou seksualne intrige, i površnih osjećanja koja su zapravo maskirana napanjenost. zanimljivo, niko tu ne pita za hiv status.

nakon seksa, kad navedeno ispari, dvije osobe nemaju o čemu pričati. ne da ne žele, već jednostavno ne umiju. a zašto, e to je već dublju problem.

[Srklet]

koliko god tekst bio kenjkav, a kenjkav je jako, pogodio je neke ogromne probleme kojih vecina pedera nisu svjesni jer emancipacijom smatraju šareni konzumeristički lady gaga život.

cijena ravnopravnosti ne mora biti da postanemo mindless gay capitalist drones, dancing on circuit parties on meth till death.

osobno vec godinama ne idem u gej barovi ili klubove, jer jednostavno postoji bolje i slobodnije. moj život interesi i ličnost traže više od gej geta. i to itekako postoji.