There comes a time in December
in which I get terribly sad for no apparent reason.
It lasts until January
and comes back in February
for about a week.
Then it comes back mid March
and lasts till mid April
and then goes…
to come back in December.
Someone just reminded me of this.
I had forgotten
it was December.
I don’t know how I feel about these gay “social” apps. I get all psycho for a while and spend a lot of time trying to get noticed, but then I stop using it altogether because whatever people I find in them are totally not worth my time.
So far I’ve installed and deleted about 5 of them, but I’ve kept one: growlr. It has a blogging feature that I like, and I follow some pretty cool blogs, but I still get to objectify men based on the color of their skin, their face pics, or lack thereof, their language skills, and the overall quality of their profiles.
Today I was approached by two guys. One looked like a drag out of drag, but still in character. And even though I replied to his hello I stopped responding when he typed “como esras” instead of “cómo estás”. Sweet Lord. If you’re going to care that little for how you approach me, then by all means, don’t.
The second one had a decent picture and looked quite nice. After the formal greetings were exchanged, his next query was for a cock pic because he was horny. I don’t exchange cock pics. I can do Skype or something like that, but to send a private picture to someone I don’t know who will do who knows what with it, it’s not something I can make peace with. So to keep the conversation going I Googled chubby guy cock pic and sent him a screen capture.
I was actually expecting silence afterwards because the face of the guy had nothing to do with my face, but he replied with his phone number, and I have no idea if I should pursue this conversation.
What is this?
You dress up and go into this building. It is full of people you know. Some of them you like, and some you don’t. The lot of you start sitting down and standing up, repeatedly, on cue. You sing, and you clap, and all the while your reason for being there is making your collective imaginary friend feel good about himself so that when you all die he can take you with him to his imaginary house.