GCN-History and Future
01 February 2010, 14:29
I know i posted this on the message boards... but i thought I'd blog it as well
I suppose GCN has a place in everyone’s coming out story or at least in their coming out process. I first stumbled upon it back in the early 90’s when I was in the Youth Info centre on Gardiner street. I would secretly pick up copy and go somewhere quiet and read it. It was my first contact with the gay world. There weren’t many other methods to read stuff that related to your sexuality. The internet was new and access wasn’t as widely available as it is now and it was seldom seen on TV, except maybe on channel 4 or BBC2.
Back then, it was in its old news paper format and the offices were housed in the old
Decaying Hirschfield centre and was a lot more focused on community and community news. The early nineties was I suppose the start of gays becoming more mainstream or perhaps more visible would be a better choice of word. I remember it would have articles on peoples coming out stories and in a way it help people realise that you were not alone in what you were feeling. It was pretty much run by volunteers and didn’t seem to be printed with the aim of capturing market segment or trying to hit certain demographics. It had news from gay rights campaigns throughout the world and at home. It was the years leading up to decriminalisation in 93. I suppose it was an exciting time as the community wasn’t as diverse and the activists were all pulling in one direction, marching gaily forward with common purpose.
In a way decriminalisation, perhaps brought about a malaise and complacency started to set in. The scene was a very underground sub culture and with our legal status saw it constrict before it started to expand. At that time there was 2 bars and 4 saunas, and over time saw that situation reverse where we now have 4 bars and 2 saunas. The scene then had an older demographic, there was no campaigns in schools against homophobic bullying and people waited till they were older to come out or perhaps the economic problems of the 80’s and mass emigration took a lot of the young gays with them, seeking a less rigid, less judgemental society.
I suppose GCN back then didn’t chase advertising because well there was no advertising to chase. We were there but didn’t seem to exist in the minds of marketing departments, with no stats to back it up it would be hard to determine their bang for their buck. I suppose it was around the mid nineties when GCN was staffed by people on a FAS scheme and in a way became more professional in style and content. It surviced and fended off Competition from other magazines the hit the shelves such as GI ,scene city and free magazine. It was seen as the paper of record for the gay community but as the community found an identity, GCN seemed to struggle to find theirs. The scene grew and fragmented, more people came out and for the first time it had real and separate demographics. It would be impossible for GCN to try and be all things to all people. The age of advertising had arrived and to survive GCN had to adapt.
The early noughties saw it change format from community paper to lifestyle magazine. The new glossy finish GCN was launched. It was the height of the boom years and new advertisers were coming on board, chasing our disposable income. Beauty products, travel agencies, finance houses were all trying to appear gay friendly and get us to part with our money. In order to keep them happy, it seems content had to change. It had to become generic, with celebrity interviews, fashion sections, beauty tips and cooking tips.
It would be unfair to say that it didn’t try to retain a certain community element, it did try to give a voice to the various community groups but those voices seemed to get lost in the puff pieces the filled the magazine. The community element always seemed to be second place.
On the other hand, perhaps I no longer fitted into its target demographic. The venues that advertised targeted that age group as well. I always found this abit strange as the gay community is a little bit different as it’s the older gays who as they progress in their careers have the most disposable income, not true in every case, but generally true. Each year they would have the youth issue, I always found that a bit weird because they all seemed like the youth issue. I would wonder why no older gay issue but then there is no older gay group so its harder to quantify what they want. The older gays is supposed to pair off, retire to suburbia and make a cameo appearance for Pride or failing that take up residence in Jurassic Park.
This is just my theory but I think that a lot of its problems come down to the fact that while its all well and good to chase the youth demographic, it was a bad mistake to ignore the readership that aged with GCN. As I said earlier GCN helped people take their first steps when it wasn’t as easy to come out, I know its still not easy, but its certainly easier. Who is it appealing donations from, from the younger gays for whom GCN may not have a much relevance or from the older gays who may read it now more out of nostalgia rather than it being relevant to them
In saying all that I hope it does survive, but maybe to do that it needs to become community oriented again, let the community become its heart again. I know people will says that there is no such thing as community but there is and it doesn’t fit into a neat demographic, that is what makes us unique, its what I always loved about it. Re reading this I notice that I have used both scene and community as if it’s the same thing, perhaps this is the problem. We sometimes see the gay scene as being the community but the truth is its just a part of the community. GCN needs to survive, if only because I’d like to think that it is still helping men and women take the first steps to accepting their sexuality….. and that can only be a good thing.
You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort there.
14 October 2009, 14:39
I don’t know why I’m writing this blog as normally celebrity deaths don’t register too high up my list of priorities. Certainly the Jackson death circus passed me by and got quite tedious by about day 3. However, absolute shock is the only way I can describe what I felt when I saw the headline on Sunday morning. It wasn’t as if I knew him, but in a way we did, I think we feel that way about all Irish celebrities that have made it big outside of Ireland. Our outward showing is to treat such success with cynicism and begrudgery but inwardly I think we are pleased when one of our own does well.
Also, all of boyzone seemed so normal like any other kids you see on the streets, or maybe there marketing machine did a really good job of making appear so.
Even now there is still a little bit of disbelief, and a lot as been written over the last few days about Stephen, but all of it seems heartfelt and weirdly even seems genuine, which is not usually the case where so called Friends are trotted out to give tributes after a death. Watching Andrew Lloyd Webber, you would swear that he had lost a family member; even Louis seems to really be upset. But they all knew him so why has it had such an effect on everyone else. Is it that rocks stars are supposed to die that way or bad boy actors who live by the creed of live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse. Boyband members are supposed to just grow old and maybe have the decency to look embarrassed when there past is put before them.
I’m sure there are plenty of people who will admit that they fancied Stephen, but how many will admit that they still do. I’ve always had a soft spot for Stephen. I remember whe I first came out back in 1993/94, and boyzone was just becoming famous, every second person you met had a story about a liason they had with Stephen. I was stunned where a 17/17 yo boy got the time for all that malarkey but I suppose it was the easter rising effect all over again, a sin if you were to believe every story you were told about “their granddad” being in the GPO it would have numbered the amount of Irish revolutionaries in the millions.
So Stephen coming out wasn’t such a big deal I suppose among the Dublin gays who were already out and on their way to vewing such coming out stories with a jaundiced and jaded eye. So the full impact of the effect it was having on others may have been missed. Granted he wasn’t the first to ever step out of the closet. But certainly he was the first “entertainment” celebrity to come out, no I thinks it obligatory for a band to have at least one gay member. Maybe it was his coming out which meant they we felt like we knew him, that he had shared that aspect with us, and so we were connected
I’ll finish with my own little memory of Stephen, Its not salacious or one which I can sell to the tabloids, however it’s a story I’ve told before but It means more to me now that sadly he is gone.
It was back on a dark night in late 1993 or early 1994. I know it was winter because it was dark and it was cold. It was an age before mobile phone were common and if you were out in the street and you needed to contact someone then you had to use a public phone. Anyway I found my self in such a call box and as I dialled, my eyes met the eyes of the person in the other phone box. We carried out our respective conversations but all the while looking at each other. It wasn’t a long connection, but I don’t think I had come out yet, and it was the early days of boyzone, I suppose we were too scared to take it further or at least I know I was,, but the memory of that evening still stays with me. There is an addendum to that story, A few years later, I was walking down grafton street and I saw Stephen walking up towards me. Our eyes met again locked as he passed I looked back and I saw that he was looking back as well. I just smiled an continued on my way… So that’s my Stephen Story… I never said it was going to be a good story, but it is what it is.
Stephen Gately 17 march 1976- 10 Oct 2009
RIP
A Blog Blast from the past
08 October 2009, 15:53
In Honour of Kevin Myers lament for the lost Vienna Roll, I present my vienna bread joke
Boring Lunch Conversation(must be over 20 years ago)
16 September 2005, 14:08
It was reasonably nice weather so I had a sanwich in the park. Any way
I was sitting there eating my sandwich and this guy comes up to me.. he said hey that looks like a nice sandwich, what type of bread is it, I answered
Me: "Viehhhha"(my mouth was full)
Him: "this means nothing to me"
Me : "Viehhhhhhna"(still chewing)
Him: "This means nothing to me"
Me: (swallowing) "Vienna"
Him: Oh Vienna"
he walked off leaving me confused. Imagine my surprise when a few Months later that conversation was a number one song..and I never got one penny in Royalties from Midge Ure..tight git
My first West End Musical Experience
28 September 2009, 11:42
Last weekend, I went to London to try and recover from what I am terming, Early Vacation Depression. It afflicts people who take their annual summer vation too early in the year and then have to watch as one by one all your other work collegues take their leave to parts foreign, while you remain at home, working away with only the bleak cold winter stretching out before you. So a few weeks back, taking advantage of Aer Lingus' seat sale, I booked a flight to London(I know its not exactly foreign, but its leaving the country that counts)and invited a couple of friends to accompany me. Anyway this blog isnt really about the ins and outs of a trip to london, I'm assuming most people have been and dont need a blow by blow account of a week end there. No, what I'm writing about is the fact that this weekend I popped my west end musical cherry. I've loved musicals for a long time, and indeed its there is a genre of music I listen to most it is songs from musical, I'm not sure when it started, but i do remember a family vacation long ago, where a very much younger Efferal, would be heard in the early morning wandering around the farmyard before anyone else was awake singing "Take me back to the black hills" from Calamity Jane....I suppose thats proving that gayness is in the genes. Anyway back to present day and despite countless trips to London, I had never managed to Fit in a show so I was determined to correct this glaring oversite.
We decided that we would go to a matinee show on the saturday, therefore leaving the evning free for socialising in Soho. Saturday morning we went to the TKTS boxoffice in Leicester Square. It was unseasonably warm in London and we thought maybe we should take advantage of the good weather instead but we were determined and we decided on seeing a show, but which one. There are plenty on offer and not having seen any of them, it didnt make the choice easier. There was Billy Elliott,which had been recommended by several people and indeed I had heard a few songs from it and they are very good. There was Les Miserables, the longest running musical in the west end, with alot of classic songs that i love but it would have to wait. We wanted something "gay" something fun, so that gave us 3 choices. There was Wicked, La Cage Aux Folles and Priscilla, Queen of the desert. The other two had seen Wicked and I didnt feel like it, truth betold, i've heard some of the songs and they dont do anything for me, this makes me the only gay in the world not to like it. While we knew the story of Priscilla and the fact that it was starring the worlds 3nd most famous non gay(after Tom Cruise and John Travolta)Jason Donovan, but there had to be something a little gayer and so we settled on La Cage Aux Folles, not only the campest extravaganza with songs from the exquisite Jerry Hermann and book by every gays favorite Harvey Firstein but my future Husband John Barrowman had just taken over the role of ZaZa/Albin so I could not pass up that opportunity. So we queued and and thankfully they had seats available for the matinee. There were towards the back but we were assured that its was a small enough theatre so we would have a good view. Tickets bought we had a couple of hours to kill so we took a bus tour, had a quick lunch and made our way to The Playhouse Theatre near Embankment. We took our seats and sure enough seeing the stage wouldnt be a problem, unless a " Marge Simpson" sat in front of me.
Half two the house lights went down the doors closed and the show began. Briefly for those who have never seen the movie La cage aux Folles or even The Birdcage, the story is about the owner of La cage aux Folles, George, his partner Albin who also is the star of La Cage's review performing as Zaza, their son Jean Michel and his up coming wedding to a girl named Anne, whose father, Dandon is the leader of a right wing party who's aim is to restore morality in France and close down Den of Iniquities, such as la cage.
We open with the song "We Are what we are" perforned by the cagelles, a troop of lithe, toned, drag queen dancers, the shows star is late and Georges has to persuade her to go on as Albin in upset that George was not home for lunch, and thinks that george was having an affair. Eventually Georges persuades Albin to go onstage and we are treated to the slightly uplifting number A little more mascara" where Albin describes how transformingin to Zaza allows him put Albin away and with it the worries and stresses. With Zaza now on stage Goeges Biological son appears to tell him that he is getting married, georges is shocked but comes around as Jean Michel explains his love for Anne with the jaunty number" with anne on my arm" a lovely song bring you back to that feeling you get when you have found the one and how thay make you feel. jean Michel breaks the news about Annes parents, how they are coming for dinner and how He needs George to tone down the decor, his behavior and how he needs Albin not to be there. Georges says now but is persuded by Jean Michels pleas that its only for one night and he needs her parents blessing to marry Anne, George eventually agrees and Jean Michel asks him to break the news to Albin. ZaZa returns and Georges asks him to go for a stroll with him. Albin still upset from earlier is reluctant but serenades and persuades him with a reprise of Jean Song, reworked as "with you on my arm"
We then find ourselves at a waterfront cafe, George and Albin enjoy a wine, georges is building upp to tell Albin that he needs to make him self scarce, he tries to soften the up coming blow with a song reminiscing about a time years ago when they took a walk on abeach to the sound of the waves and an accordian player. georges sings "Song on the sand" Its a song I had heard before but didnt know it was from this show so that was a nice surprise. Anyway before he can tell Albin, albin has to leave to get ready for the midnight show. Back at La cage, jean Michel mistakedly thanks Albin for being for understaning, Albin is in his dressing room getting ready, georges tries to explain why, their is Silence, A definant but heart broken ZaZa emerges, She maes her way to the stage and the first half show stopper. She askes Les cagelles to leave the stage and sings I am what I am, sung with a sense of betrayal, anger, hurt and definaces that She will not apologise. Normally when you hear this song out of context, its a song of celebration and determination, but its really emotional and raw when sung in this manner.
The 2nd hlf opens with Georges at the waterfront cafe, Albin appears in full mourning, they talk and eventually Georges says he can go to that nights dinner as jean michels uncle Al, but they need to make him more masculine, leading to one of the opportunies for comedyas they try to teaching to walk and talk straight. They tell Jean Michel of the plan who is still unconvinced. Georges sing a realy beautiful song called "Look over There"reminding him that Albin has alway been there for him, raised him as his own, was there for when he was sick, helped with homework and loves him more that all the people who have loved him previously or how will love him in the future. A really nice song, that tugs at the heart srtings, especially for parents who may have felt abandoned by their kids or feeling of guilt for those who may have ever felt embarrased by their parents.
The show draws towards its conclusion with the arrival of Anne and her parents. Just before they arrive, They get a telegram that says Jean Michels biological mother cant make it. Once again she will let jean Muchel Down. They future inlaws have arrived, Albin appears in drag, passing himself off as Jean Michels mother. This leads to "Cocktail counter point"and the shows moment of farce as hor d'orvresare served on plates with pictures of greek boys "frollicking" and trying to keep the geuests from seeing the erotic flatware. Crisis averted they adjourn to a restrant run by a friend of Albin. The friend asks Albin to do a song and leads to the highlight of the Show. Albin sings 2The Best of times and by the end its a full ensemble, with the audience unable to stop themselves from clapping along. At the end Albin forgets him self and caught up in the moment takes off his wig as he does at the end of every ZaZa show. We're then back in the apartment, The visitors trapped, with press outside ready to capture The politican coming out of the club. In the end Dandon gives his blessing in exchange for heklp in getting out of the clun unnoticed, leading to the Finale, we back in la Cage, georges introduces the artistes including the new ones, dandon all Dragged up escapes unnoticed. George and Albin are alone on the stage, sind a reprise of song on the stand, kiss and curtain down
Cue standing ovation, a reprise of best of times, tumultous clapping along and then back to reality.
So what did I think of it. I loved every moment of it. I have one niggle, i know its based in France but if you are speaking in english why they feel the need to speak with a french accent on a couple of occassions. John barrow man lived up to every expectation. His voice was exquisite and he looked like he was really getting into the show and enjoying it. The cagelles were amazing, proving some great comedy moments. As I said previosly its a small theatre so it doesnt have a full orchestra like you would in a bradway show but in way it works better. I've been listening to the bradway cast original recording and i have to say i much prefer the current london cast. Its smaller and sounds like it would in a club where you wouldnt have 20 or 30 singers so maybe its a little more believeable. Overall i'm really glad I chose this show, it really is 3 hours of non stop enjoyment, you leave the theatre on a high and in fact I havent stopped singing the songs for the rest of the weekend.
If you do happen to be in London in the next few months, i recommend you see La Cage, or any other musical, you only think you dont like them, unleash your inner camp for a few hours, its very refreshing to give it an airing every now and again.
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18 August 2009, 13:13
do yopu call it cellotape or sticky tape?
random 3
17 August 2009, 16:12
when you're giving directions. and you say something is only 10 mins away walking, do you really mean that its a 10 min walk?
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17 August 2009, 15:43
why do fools fall in love?
did all the ladies who said hello to Donald, ebver get an answer to there question as to where his trousers were
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17 August 2009, 14:55
keeping the syle of the day. heres the first in what will be a very frequent series of random crap that coz its in my head ebveryone shoule be interested in
Was there more crisps in a bag in the good old days... I rememeber saying so to a teacher in the maldives back in 1906 and another teacher confirming in when i was at school in the solomon islands in 1952..
should gaire email have random pointless attacments like relying to peoplem who mail you while you are in the loo
or we could make this into a compettiion,, how about the 4th person to make a comment on the 2nd tuesday afyer blue moon has to wite a blog, the topic being set by what the person hears in an overheasrs on the 42a bus after 7pm... and to help you make the bus trip easier make sure you have the correct change, I suggest 160 1cent coins or 80 2 cent coins or 158 1cent coins and one 2cent coin or ... well i'm sure you get the picture
Dublin Devils DC Delights
10 July 2009, 20:06
Nine days in DC, after an Aer Lingus Flight,
then down to New York for 5 days before leaving.
(apologies to Francis Scott Key or if you dont know him, sing the two lines to the tune of the American national Anthem)
Once again the summer has rolled around which can only mean one thing a sunny start to June and time for the Dublin Devils to pack their kit bags and head off parts foreign. Previous trips included Chicago, Buenos Aires and London. This year we were heading back Stateside, Washington DC to be specific.
Our numbers were a bit depleted this year and it looked like we would all be split up and have to play on different teams but thankfully we wee put in contact with a team from Minneapolis called MSP Crush who only had ten players and with out 8 players we were able to form a full panel and so after rejecting a compromise names such as Minnelin and Dubapolis, a name was chosen and MinneDub DevilCrushers was born. More of MinneDub's adventures in football annon.
As excited as were were to be leaving this curesed and septic isle, the excitement levels grew as we got on our plane and founds that we had seat back tv screens, no more been told when and what we can watch. I know, I know we're easily pleased. Anyway the flight was uneventful, which is exctly what you want from a plane journey, Take off, fed watered and a safe landing. It was after nine local time when we arrived which meants it was the early hours back home. Thankfully we were the only transatlantic flight arriving at that time which meant no long queues at emigration and so were were through and bags collected inside of 45 mins. It was decided to rest up that evening instead of the planned mad session which was the wise course of action. Those staying at the marriott Wardman headed off in a taxi and those staying at the Trinity University dorms headed of in another. After checking in and unpacking, the roommate and I decided a night cap was in order in the hotel bar. There wasa few of the washington host team having drinks in the bar so we joined them and 4 hours later we're still drinking, so much for a quick night cap.
The sun was shining brightly as we awoke the next morning. After registering for the football we met up with the rest of the devils and had some lunch. There dorm contingent went shopping abd myself and the room mate went to the Zoo as it was right on out door step. As with all smithsonian muneums the zoo was free and theres nothing better than a walk around in warm weather looking at caged animals. The main attraction of the Zoo is the panda bears, they are so cute and they know it
Exhasyed from the walking we headed back to the hotel to shower and head out for Dinner, the plan was to go to watch the pride parade that was happening in DC that saturday evening but once were were fed half of us decided to remain where we wereand sent out the other half to watch it on our behalf. We were joined by a few of the minneapolis team and we began the bonding process. I wont bore you with the ins and outs of the evening, but needless to say not everyone made it home to the own beds that night, some even ended up with a mixed martial arts cage fighter but no names will be mentioned.
Sunday i was up ealy for a bit of a neighbourwood reckie, I found a really nice cafe/bar/diner and dined on pancakes with a banana and walnut sauce, applewood smoked bacon, hash and fried eggs. Fueled up, i went down town and did a spot of sightseeing
In the early afternoon The whole of the Dublin devils met up to have a look at the Pride festival taking place on Pennsylvania Avenue. The weather was glorious and we had a look at the various stalls, enjoyed some ben & jerrys ice cream and stood in the sun watching various drag acts and singers perform in the shadow of the capitol building. After a couple of hours we could take no more and headed home before meting up for the official team dinner with the Minneapolis team. There was the few minutes of relativ akwardnes as were made the polite chit chat but after a couple of drinks, it was like we were old friends. We had an early enough night as the football was starting the next day and we wanted to be fresh an hangover free, for at least the first day.
The first match was something of a journey ino the unknown. We were playing a team we'd never played before with a team that only met each other the previous day so it was really a case of suck it and see. As it turned out we played reasonably ok. We dominated the match but i suppose the lack of playing together told in the end but still we came away with a 1-1 draw. The second match of the day had us playing Boston. We gave away 2 soft goals and ended up the wrong side of 2-0 defeat but as it turne dout the game would be proved meaningless as the score would only count if we were tied on goal difference with another team in our group. Boston were in another group and this games was only to make up the required number of games you are guaranteed in the tournament. We found that out after the game, had we know before we would have saved energy, rather that killing our selves on a hot and humid afternoon. We had a post football meal and then went back to rest. We had tentative plans to meet up later but tired limbs won the day and it was an evening of TV instead.
Day 2 was crunch time. we had ywo group games and only the top 2 would qualify for the knock out stages. Our first games was against Philidelphia Falcons. The looked to be a decent enough side and we decidd to go out and give it our all to try and qualify. We realy played well in this game. We were in control, we passed well and scored two goals, we gave a goal away at the end but it no koe than a consolation, we won and needed at least a draw from our last group game that afternoon. We had a 2 hour break before we played London Titans and nerves were setting in. We were tired but gave it our all, london were tired as well and we started to exert our dominance, we got the breakthrough and went 1 nil up. We were award a penalty in the second half but we missed and it was a miss we would rue later on. In the dying minutes of the game, london scored as the final whiste blew, we were happy to qualify but knew we had missed a chance to top the group. Itwa sback to the hotel then to rest up and then head out. It was players party night and we were ready to boogie. I wish i could post photos of the festivities but several state and federal laws forbid it. I can say this though, I doubt very much anyone was hangover free the next morning. I didnt surface from the bed till 4pm and the rest of the day was spent laying on the bed watching TV. A waste of the free day but still, fun in its own way.
We awoke on thursday to see it had ben raining during the night. This meant that some of the pitches were unplayable and we had to play on Astroturf. We were facing Sydney rangers in the Quarter Finals. We felt confident enough but we were dealt a blow when our best atacker was ruled out with knee trouble. We went out and tried our best. Even when we gave a goal away, we fought hard and got it back on level terms, only to give away another goal just before half time. In the seond half we came forward in wae after wave. In fact we were awarded another penalty but Sydney said it was hand ball,which it wasnt, the ref then changed her mind, a womens perogative maybe, but definately not a ref. They should stick by there initial decision, any way theat deflated us a bit and we bowed out witha 3-1 loss. Initail disappointment was lessened by the realisation that with foot ball out of the way, we could start partying, which is pretty much what we did till the sunday.
We watched the semifinals on the friday and I suppose it others were like me, it was watch with a little bit of regret, we felt we wer good enoough to be there but not to be I suppose.
The final night farewell party is always a highlight but one also tinged with sadness. It a mixture of celebrating and also of saying good bye. Each year you make new friends and catch up with old ones, its nice to think that all around the world there are people who shared the same memories, who are talking or writing about the sames events
With the goodbyes out of the way, all that was left was to go to sleep as the next morning a few of us were New York Bound... New York is New York so I'll just give you a taste with some photos
Advise for the baby gays
07 January 2009, 13:26
following on from the stonewall twinks not knowing about Judy garland. I thought maybe our own baby gays could do with some advice
Ladies and Gentlemen of the gay class of 09…Keep a bottle of Derbac M
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, Derbac M would be it. The benefits of derbac M have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much the possibility of a lay was before you and how absolutely fabulous you really looked.although in fairness that asymetrical hairstayle was a bit naff.You’re not as slim as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; because gays know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum and it also causes wrinkles. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things such a x facor finals. the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.Do one thing everyday that scares you, such as drinking in jurassic.
Sing at casting couch karaoke
Be reckless with other people’s hearts, but don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss, or you’ll end up alone and with bad teeth
Jealousy is never a waste of time; sometimes you’ll get head, sometimes you’ll take it from behind, the night is long, and in the end, it’ll probably finish with you having sex with yourself. Forget the compliments you receive, remember the insults; if you succeed in doing this, it will help with the bitchfests
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old lovers.
Stretch, especially before working out
Don’t feel guilty about your life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll most likely spend a good part of your life on them. Maybe you’ll marry, if they change the law, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, more than likely you won’t, maybe you’ll split up at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th week anniversary, what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either, your partner choices are made half drunk , so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your penis, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance and look on with scorn at those who cant
Do NOT discount beauty magazines, they will make you feel ugly. And this will spur you on to bettering yourself
Get to know your gaybars, you never know when they’ll be gone for good, .Be nice to your sisters; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that boyfriends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Travel, preferably at some one else’s expense
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices in the george will rise, boyfriends will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices in the george were reasonable, boyfriends were noble and twinks respected their elders.Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a sugar daddy; and you never know when his heart might give out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time it’s 40, it will look 85.Be careful what cosmetic surgery you buy, be a patient for those who supply it. Cosmetic surgery is a form of nostalgia, it is a way of fishing your youth from the disposal, wiping it off, smoothing over the ugly parts and being charged far more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the Derbac M
