Thursday, August 03, 2006
Sunday In The Park With George
No, not that George, not our Dear Leader. I am referring to another, happier George, namely George Michael, the Brit singer and entertainer. Lately George ran into more trouble with the police during his nocturnal roamings around Hampstead Heath in London. He was in the process of soliciting another man for immoral purposes when he was caught. He had a similar offense some years back, in a park in Beverly Hills.
I try to suppress my jealous feelings that he, as a male, can do this, while I, a female, cannot. At least probably not too safely. The public outrage over George's behavior was best expressed the other night on a television entertainment show, which featured a buxon, very straight woman interviewing George.
Her train of thought ran something like this. "But what about your so-called life partner, aren't you being unfaithful to him?" she queried. No replies George, his long-time male partner has no problems at all with George stepping out. Dare we suggest, he is probably doing the same. My friend N tells me there are numerous partnered gay males who do this, stay together as a couple while having hot sex with other people. Lesbians could take a page or two from them. Or a whole book for that matter, instead of getting all caught up in their knickers over non-existant issues of "fidelity." I admire the men their civility in sorting things out.
"But what about your safety?" continued our ever so feminine bastion of decent heterosexual values. "Aren't you putting yourself at risk?" Not at all, says George, trying to keep his cool. "I have been doing this off and on since I was a teenager, and never once seen violence."
You mean you are having casual anonymous sex with other men and nobody's like, ever clocked you one? In other words, NO repercussions? God, the nerve of some people! As if the public could allow this only if the man were beaten up afterward, tarred and feathered and maybe staked out on an anthill.
He probably should have whipped out his dick at that point in the interview, just to show her that his member was intact.
So you get the point hopefully, that what George was talking about was not nearly as reprehensible as the woman asking the questions. George in fact strikes me as a very cool guy.
He reveals this in his next breath, when he says back to the woman, "Talk to me about violence when you can't, as a woman, go into a club these days without holding your hand over your drink for fear of being drugged." Oooh, well said, baby. You go, George. The man has a well-developed female side, it would appear.
Well, but he's not going to be lady-like now in regard to his interviewer, who finally gets chastised royally. "We should not be taking questions like this, from straight women in particular." Good bitch slap, that one. George goes on to wonder outloud why heterosexual women just don't "get" the idea of cruising. As if heterosexual men do. Well, they may get it intellectually at least, but the fact it's butt boy stuff they don't like.
Personally, I always thought cruising was cool. I realize I wanted to be a man - not so I could boff women - but probably chase after other men. They had more fun in life, and that included sexual fun.
If anything about George's little ramble bears commenting upon, it is his choice of partners. The guy he picked was shown on the TV too. A skinny older runt of a guy wearing awful shorts, with a pot belly, glasses and hair that has never seen the light of a good hair day. A working class bloke.
Why him, Dave and I wonder outloud. We can understand everything about the encounter except the weirdness of the guy, especially given that George is rather handsome and could boff anyone he wants.
And who he wants is this guy. Go figure. Maybe it's just the guy's averageness that appeals. Or the fact he is working class. Not exactly rough trade, but there is probably something appealing about having sex with someone like this. Was he the only guy hanging around that night? Did he have a big dick?
See, these are the questions that nosey female reporter should have been asking. Because all us inquiring minds out here really want to know.
Go George! Too bad you don't do women. Or do you?
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I try to suppress my jealous feelings that he, as a male, can do this, while I, a female, cannot. At least probably not too safely. The public outrage over George's behavior was best expressed the other night on a television entertainment show, which featured a buxon, very straight woman interviewing George.
Her train of thought ran something like this. "But what about your so-called life partner, aren't you being unfaithful to him?" she queried. No replies George, his long-time male partner has no problems at all with George stepping out. Dare we suggest, he is probably doing the same. My friend N tells me there are numerous partnered gay males who do this, stay together as a couple while having hot sex with other people. Lesbians could take a page or two from them. Or a whole book for that matter, instead of getting all caught up in their knickers over non-existant issues of "fidelity." I admire the men their civility in sorting things out.
"But what about your safety?" continued our ever so feminine bastion of decent heterosexual values. "Aren't you putting yourself at risk?" Not at all, says George, trying to keep his cool. "I have been doing this off and on since I was a teenager, and never once seen violence."
You mean you are having casual anonymous sex with other men and nobody's like, ever clocked you one? In other words, NO repercussions? God, the nerve of some people! As if the public could allow this only if the man were beaten up afterward, tarred and feathered and maybe staked out on an anthill.
He probably should have whipped out his dick at that point in the interview, just to show her that his member was intact.
So you get the point hopefully, that what George was talking about was not nearly as reprehensible as the woman asking the questions. George in fact strikes me as a very cool guy.
He reveals this in his next breath, when he says back to the woman, "Talk to me about violence when you can't, as a woman, go into a club these days without holding your hand over your drink for fear of being drugged." Oooh, well said, baby. You go, George. The man has a well-developed female side, it would appear.
Well, but he's not going to be lady-like now in regard to his interviewer, who finally gets chastised royally. "We should not be taking questions like this, from straight women in particular." Good bitch slap, that one. George goes on to wonder outloud why heterosexual women just don't "get" the idea of cruising. As if heterosexual men do. Well, they may get it intellectually at least, but the fact it's butt boy stuff they don't like.
Personally, I always thought cruising was cool. I realize I wanted to be a man - not so I could boff women - but probably chase after other men. They had more fun in life, and that included sexual fun.
If anything about George's little ramble bears commenting upon, it is his choice of partners. The guy he picked was shown on the TV too. A skinny older runt of a guy wearing awful shorts, with a pot belly, glasses and hair that has never seen the light of a good hair day. A working class bloke.
Why him, Dave and I wonder outloud. We can understand everything about the encounter except the weirdness of the guy, especially given that George is rather handsome and could boff anyone he wants.
And who he wants is this guy. Go figure. Maybe it's just the guy's averageness that appeals. Or the fact he is working class. Not exactly rough trade, but there is probably something appealing about having sex with someone like this. Was he the only guy hanging around that night? Did he have a big dick?
See, these are the questions that nosey female reporter should have been asking. Because all us inquiring minds out here really want to know.
Go George! Too bad you don't do women. Or do you?
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I'm rarely finding time to read anything since I'm taking an online summer session w/ Foothill College (crammed packed with homework-work) and driving up to SF on call, but when I find some moments I continue to enjoy your writing! I look forward to the next!
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