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Out with my friends dancing last night when we meet a couple we casually know who both happen to be men. They're totally wonderful and nice and are dancing away with all their friends, who are also with them.
One of my friends asks "see anything attractive?" I say "uh...no," not really getting what she's implying, and also because I'm focusing on my dancing, which is hard with a drink in your hand and in the cobbled-floor basement-type establishment where we are. She nods toward the dancing couple and says, "
Really now?"
And then it dawns on me that apparently the fact that there are two gay men around means that I, another gay man, must be attracted to them, and that my few months of living here, where the gay scene is rather underground (though not necessarily directly threatened by anyone), must mean that I am desperate for any physical contact.
I imagine she may have also thought that my dancing near them was some sort of flirtation, but seeing as she was standing by the bar talking about how some guy she likes hasn't texted here today, I decided to go burn a few thousand calories with the couple and their crew. (It was awesome, by the way - and I sweated off two pounds and some!)
The couple has been together for two and a half years, with one member of the couple living in a different country. An awesome accomplishment for anyone. To assume that I would try to wedge myself in there, with no respect for this relationship, possibly betrays her holding of a bit of the gays-are-promiscuous stereotype. Ugh.
*simmers with annoyance*
*makes cup of tea*