Do you think maybe it could be love?
It’s personal, and I’ve grown guarded in wearing more than sarcasm on my sleeves, but I think so.
Relationship experts and older adults always advise to stop searching and have patience. Though when we are younger, we ignore that and fall victims to the cycle of fucking and then cumming to a farewell scene. It’s then wash, rinse, and repeat.
I thought most people would gravitate towards the traditional desire for a lasting relationship, but as you grow up, you learn that there’s every type of person in the world and many see relationships and monogamy as gates into heartbreak OR they simply just want to spread their seed to as many people as possible. (Evidence of anti-evolution, people…)
Someone described it to me as FOMO- fear of missing out- everyone is looking for something bigger, better, and new. But this approach at life is not healthy. It’s kind of like the fat chick in Ohio who associates food with emotional pleasure. She eats her feelings but the big problem that’s holding her back in life is her weight. Her medicine is killing her.
I fear for our culture as it grows increasingly more vain and attracted to the superficial. And my argument isn’t based in the highly prevalent std or drug usage rates very prevalent in the sex culture, which is increasingly NOT a niche segment of the greater population. Rather, I worry that if we idolize gogo dancers and porn stars, we are setting the wrong example for the future generations of the LGBTQ community. I mean, have you seen what some of these ghetto hos will post on social media?
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather spend my time with loved ones or being productive, rather than having pathetic, solo (and often nearly naked) photoshoots in my bedroom.
OK OK- so this is an issue that’s going to be around forever and now I’ve decided it’s best to change the framing of the issue to a more selfish one! Especially if you really look at where this shift in society is coming from.
The way humans engage in and utilize technology separates the gay, male community into two groups: the professionals and the mean gays
Okay, so we all have choices in life and we often choose what interests we pursue. Glorifying stupidity (high school drama about he-said she-said) or the inability to control sexual appetites dulls progress because it’s like brain fat- it slows the brain down and prevents the pursuit of more intellectual interests.
In the 1800’s men were gentlemen- educated and career driven. There are many of us out there, look towards the professional network groups out there, but they are the exception.
I kind of like that- I see now that these are the people in life I relate to. And what all boils down to is less competition. I have fewer competitors while I strive towards my goals because I managed to circumvent a great deal of the messy dating life in Los Angeles. Knowledge truly is power and it’s after graduating that I’m truly realizing the truth behind those words.
I think that as you observe people and really ingest their stories, you can see that we all have certain journies that have been set for us. The only thing we have the power over is being open, conscious of opportunities, and aware of where your strength lies. Know what you want in life but DON’T have a set path of how you’d like to get there. Do this, and you’ll watch the magic happen.
This also works for relationships, I’ve recently come to find.
In what’s felt like a blink of an eye, I’ve been in a serious, monogamous relationship for a while now.
He is an agent at a major modeling agency but you would never know it.
I fought so hard at first to resist our chemistry and hold up the walls that were built around my emotions- perks of encountering many assholes in the past.
But he was patient and open to seeing if we would become more.
Yesterday, after leaving work (early- it was Friday!) my agent hubby asked me to join him for drinks at Fiesta Cantina- West Hollywood’s very own shithole, Mexican dive bar.
I witnessed Crazy Mary on the corner of Fairfax and third, preaching as she always did to no one as I made my way towards Weho.
I continued on, avoiding Los Angeles’s daredevil and fucking idiotic drivers, down Melrose to San Vicente where I found parking to head to the bar.
Hubby greeted me and introduced me to the pretty bartender- who’s boyfriend is a model Hubby represents- bartender makes sure to pour extremely gay(strong) drinks for an under the table low price.
Alcohol and the flirt sets in. As always, Hubby and I are among a group of friends, engaging with them, but also escaping into our own world with kisses, flirting, and infinite laughs.
Life with the agent has been scarily easy. We have nothing to fight about, and as I drank my sugarfree absolut redbull, I notice his beauty. I look through his kind eyes and start to think how lucky I am to be comfortable in a relationship. We connect, we communicate, and we have undeniable trust. There’s comfort in being a gay male in West Hollywood, attending many of the hottest, and therefore shirtless, pool parties, and never fearing what your boyfriend is doing when he’s not at your side.
My hubby and I inspire each other to be better. He makes me want to be a good person AND become a better professional. I guess I’m pretty lucky, I mean he brings flowers to me at work to surprise me.
Ok, I know many of you will read this and want to throw up, but here’s what I have to say:
My relationship works because it was not forced, rushed, or given expectations. We really took our time to get to know one another before moving forward with important steps in the relationship. Treat your relationship like you would your career and watch the magic happen!
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