I think that the gay lifestyle has gone flipping mad! Everything is...
I think that the gay lifestyle has gone flipping mad! Everything is sex, sex, sex! The reality couldn't be farther from it. To be gay is to have the capability and desire to not just be attracted to the same sex, but to have a burning yearning to date, fall in love, and get married! Just like in a straight relationship.
Any man can throw off the gay stigma for the sake of recreational sex. Taken to the extremes of perversion, even a sheep would do in a pinch. Those men are NOT gay! They're sex addicts. Or really f#cking confused. It takes a real gay man to desire to find a single partner with the intention of being a life mate.
First they laugh at you, then they mock you, then they get mad at you, then you win.
Alan did you read your profile? What is BiSexual about a Gay relationship with a man, your looking for twinks, fem bois, transgenders. An younger that could be seen as a man who wants someone more like a child and not a male relationship? Unless you are 29 yourself? An yes sex addiction has been a problem in the gay community, and that came from years of human right violations for being gay in public, Stonewall a NY gay bar where men dressed a women and women looked like men, made a stand that no more so a dike took a high heel and attacked the police who were just giving people a hard time for being them selfs and not sex at all. I would say it is not that any of us wion over another the only way we win is when we stand together as one.
It is like we embrasse each other for our differents, sexual desires are just as different as the people who make this community.
You know nothing about me. What gives you the right to judge me?
Stuck in LA Dating Hell
Six months ago, I became an Angelino, I moved to this city of beautiful people hitting the ground running. I meet my share of babes, but here's the rub: We hang out -- sometimes we even hook up -- but whenever I vaguely gesture at making a deeper connection, they vanish.
It'll go something like this: we meet and hit it off, we enthusiastically exchange numbers and text obsessively for weeks. But I'll accidentally do something too boyfriend-y, like offer to cook them dinner, and they scuttle away; I've tried everything from playing hard to get to being transparent and up front. I've even tried negging them, but they just neg me back.
I use all the hookup apps, have profiles on all the dating sites, scour the bars. Regardless of where or how we meet, I do something that inexplicably sends them running. Is there a code word or something that I'm missing? Will someone versed in the bizarre courtship rituals of The Los Angeles Gay Male please elucidate me on what I'm doing wrong.
Unless you're just looking for a hookup w/ NSA, nobody is real. Nobody wants a commitment. Most guys are shallow, low IQ, cannot think for themselves. I wonder how they survive. They are quite literally, dicks without brains, for that matter, without a conscience.
I have been single for over 11 years now & have yet to meet ANYONE with any substance. I have been on just about every dating app & site available, & found no one locally, even remotely sincere. All of the friendships I have made online are mostly from other countries. I dare say American men are an abismal vacuum of sincerity. With every passing generation being deliberately dumbed down by what horribly passes for an education system, being taught no values, in fact, being taught that values are meaningless, we are getting generations of ignorant, gutless wonders who think they are entitled to everything without having to earn it. And if you dare say a word to the opposite, they will damn near riot. Some call them Milenials
Wow -- thanks for the thoughtful response, Daddy. I am glad I'm not the only one ...
Oops, I did it again!
So another year of love just flew by and, if I don't do something quick, I'm probably going to be sleeping outside in the dog-house tomorrow night with only my tears and my mother-in-law's dogs to keep me company. Last year I learned that gifting a song strummed to the tune of 'Disco Stick' by Lady Gaga, on an out-of-tune ukulele, isn't going to cut it. Neither is a gas station wine run. Nor my tears.