Female readers, I ask you, has the thought ever crossed your mind that your boyfriend could be a raging homosexual? Closeted, of course. With online dating apps like Tinder, OKCupid, Grindr, etc., taking over as the easiest way for our generation to meet a potential partner, I pose a major risk with some men today and the ease of accessing these apps.
I'm not going to lie, courting a "straight" man is something thrilling to me. I'm attracted to masculinity and confidence, something most notably characteristic of your typical "bro" from college or pretty boy down the street. What most of you don't know is how EASY it is to come across this type. If you've ever logged onto Grindr from you gay BFF's phone, you may realize how many men do not list a face picture. Granted, some guys enjoy their privacy. I'm openly gay, yet respect my right to privacy with these otherwise creepy and slutty apps available today. What is especially eery about most of these headless torsos is that they're sometimes "down-low" men who are "curious", "bisexual", or just looking for a hole to stick it in. These men are sometimes (most of the time) "straight".
What I can never fathom is a "straight" man who enjoys fucking other guys, giving head, or taking it in the ass themselves. How can they call themselves "straight" when they ironically like the taste of dick? Let me tell you a little story of how an innocent hook-up I had turned into a crazy scenario resulting in myself almost ruining a 6-year relationship.
I met a guy off one of the gay dating apps, "Scruff". (These names are hilarious, are they not?) I deemed him cute and after several days of talking, I felt he was relatively normal enough to invite over to hang out. What I didn't realize was that he wasn't interested in my company, but instead, my dick. "Luke" came over several times over a span of two months to "have a little fun" when we each had downtime. This is soooo typical for the majority of gay guys using these apps, but definitely out of character for myself. The thrill for me was that he wasn't out... and I was drowning in grad school with two jobs on the side. Some fun wasn't going to hurt. After awhile, I just wasn't into it anymore. He was inevitably very sketchy, so I stopped returning his requests to "have fun".
Months later, a fellow gay friend of mine was telling me about a guy he knows from his dorm days that pulled him into a club's bathroom to make out one night. The kicker: he was "straight" and had a girlfriend. Obviously, I asked for this closet-case's name and searched him on Facebook. It was none-other than "Luke". When I originally met "Luke", I thought it was odd I couldn't find anyone with his first and last name on Facebook, having come from an area where most of my friends were from: Bridgeport, WV. Once I had Luke's real name, I started creeping on his photos. This "down-low" guy happened to be in the same fraternity as one of my good friends from grad school, who I sat next to each day. After breaking this news to the gay friend who told me, he continued to tell me that "Luke" and his girlfriend had in fact been together for SIX years. SIX YEARS... and this motherfucker gets off by sucking dick.
Betrayed and baffled that someone would go to such great lengths to keep their true identity from me, I told my friend who was in the same frat as him. His response was the best: he wasn't surprised. His friends had always suspected "Luke" of being gay. I made sure that my friend wouldn't say anything of this revelation, because I would actually fear my life had he come after me, or worse, that others wouldn't believe me. Believe this, bitches, I keep evidence of this shit for YEARS. I mean, I had texts and pictures to prove it.
What I didn't do, which I still question to this day, is contact the poor girl who was dating this bastard. I mean, her boyfriend was cheating on her... with another man. I didn't feel it was the right place to "out" someone, fearing my own safety, nor was their relationship any of my business. Maybe there's a mutual agreement... maybe she's a lesbian? Who fucking knows. I had done the right thing months ago by ending it because of his suspicious and sketchy demeanor, anyways.
What irks me the most of this very true account is that the poor girl still doesn't know her boyfriend of SIX YEARS likes the taste of cock. Even more scary, STDs run rampant through both the straight and gay communities. Let's face it, though, a stigma is attached to gays for having higher HIV/AIDS cases. If this "straight" man happened to contract an STD of that kind and pass it along to his girlfriend, there would be no excuse for his actions. I may even turn my head if the woman wanted to castrate her cheating, closeted, and infected boyfriend.
With all that out in the open, riddle me this: 1 out of 10 men are assumed to be gay. Of that 10%, what percentage is closeted? My guess is that the closeted portion, the portion who may still sleep with and date girls to affirm their "masculinity," is MUCH LARGER than you'd think. If you have ever suspected your boyfriend of being gay, think long and hard. Go through his phone, check his internet history. If you have the slightest idea that your boyfriend really bats for the other team, major red flags should be raised. You can never be too sure... or too safe.
Tune in tomorrow for ways to detect whether you're dating a raging homosexual. I may even throw in MORE true accounts from my end.
-dylsny
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