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Alone, I blended in quite nicely with the queer mosaic of the crowd.However, I was with my ex-girlfriend, and as we passionately made our bodies and lips into one on the dancefloor, it wasn’t my look that was turning people’s heads.
When I initially met him, I can recall thinking that he was perhaps more sensitive (aka, feminine) than most of the guys I engage.
What would you expect the most common phrases on gay dating sites to be? And I, though I'm uncomfortable admitting it, am one of them. He was a beautiful man with bright green eyes, tanned skin and brown hair and he was clearly kind and intelligent. I can state that I don’t fancy very short men or very fat men or men with beards or men who wear jumpers from Next with a little bit of T-shirt stitched in but I can’t say that I don’t find 'femme' men attractive? It can’t be homophobic because lots of gay men aren’t at all camp.
They are as follows...'Straight acting.''Non-scene.''No camp guys please.''Real blokes only.'Time and time again, you see the same sentiment popping up and revealing the harsh truth: a lot of gay men don't fancy camp guys. That tells me he might not be the most masculine of men. I chastise myself…and then delete his message anyway. His hips swung, his head lolled to the side, he held his wine glass delicately at the stem and his voice was high and soft.
A very cute-looking bloke messaged me on POF (The Plenty of Fish dating site – catch up! He seems clever, interesting, funny, caring, driven and fit. There’s something about his plucked eyebrows, polished skin and, what is it? I would gladly have chatted to him for hours but... And saying I don't like gay men is like saying Mary Berry hates cake. Effeminate heterosexual men like Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen and George Osborne are no more attractive to me than effeminate gay men like Alan Carr or Julian Clary. I suppose what I mean is, men who like cars and play football and talk in deep voices and drink pints.
Only recently I showed up at a pub, excitedly scanning the packed room for the tall, broad-shouldered mountain-climber from the profile photographs. I don't know..was as though he was a marionet puppet of the bloke I'd imagined, only with his strings being handled by a dove.