Men on Hinge.
Beards.
As an almost 30, single gay man, I browse hinge in hopes of finding a well rounded mate.
Too much beard. Too short. Too skinny. Too fat. Too much fireman mustache. Too shiny. Not enough beard.
In real life, I don't think these things. If I get a smile back and a few moments of banter, that's enough to swoon me.
Dumb bio. Wants to travel too much. Doesn't mention art or video games. Too gay-looking.
I think Hinge makes me jaded. It makes faces blur together, and look unappealing.
I'm looking for something real. Something that I've fantasized about since I was young.
A quiet night on the couch. A walk together. A hug from behind.
I want to believe it's out there.
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I think the only remedy to this specific woe is to go outside.
lol
A friend of mine says this is the way to go.
Y'know, like the olden days of knights and cavemen. Talking to a human face to face.
Goes to raves. Looks like someone I know. Looks too tough. Way too ripped. Likes to drink.
I'm afraid that people fall in love much easier than I do.
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Hinge tells you when there are no more people to look at.
"That's it! Review skipped profiles?"
I've seen the end of Hinge quite a few times.
Not a good app in the slightest; for me, at least.
A gay sex quarrel
My room mate and their partner were arguing about the terms "bussy" and "gock". They had drawn a trans man (man with pussy) and one of their constituents exclaimed they liked gock more than bussy.
weird thing to say to someone after seeing their art. It's like if you drew a square and someone crashed out because they like circles more.
They asked me if they agreed that bussy should mean trans male vagina, and noted that gay men had coined the term "bussy" and are gatekeeping it.
Then I listened to a tangent about what terms fetishize certain groups and how girl cock and femboy are inherently malicious.
I'm chronically online, and understood exactly what they were asking. I think that's a battle that never needs to be fought.
2 gooner words that have no impact on your life.
I WORKED 12 HOURS TODAY. Okay? 8:30am to 9pm.
Eat my fart.
Tell me if you actually care about gooner vernacular after you get a job and suffer in the corporate meat grinder.
You may feel like coming home to a quiet and clean house.
Maybe you'd like to talk about something positive; share a laugh over dinner, maybe.
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"It means butthole", I said.
We are not the same.