What’s out there once we put sex into the right context and give it the correct priority in our lives?
What is the right context?
This is actually my oldest (surviving) draft idea. I created it after my first few dates after moving back to Portland. This, along with another thought exercise I was engaged in during that same timeframe on the context of people’s subtext have been on my mind again recently as I explore my openness once again to a possible relationship.
I’m gonna try and get them both out soon. This is an interesting time for me. You all should enjoy it along with me…or at least get a peek into my head as I expose myself to other people.
I can’t say that this topic has been “off” my mind for two years, I usually scroll through my drafts once a week or so and this is the (current) last on the list. By the by, that list is currently 17, down from 24 in early September. I sure hope the quality doesn’t show between these dusty old drafts and my more spontaneous pieces about – oh, say…why I can’t go get a haircut.
Besides being naturally more attenuated to the chasm between sex and intimacy now that I’ve reinstalled a men’s alleged dating app, I’ve also recently learned – through the magic of the Facebook – that The Wallpaper has paired up.
Remember The Wallpaper?
He’s a real sweetheart. We lived together for a bit after Sacha left me and my friends had encouraged me to not be alone so much. Obviously, a newly minted 21 year old gay was exactly what they were thinking when they suggested that.
We lost touch after I moved to Shittatle and then randomly ran into each other in a bar here in Portland 10 years later, just before I officially moved back.
We’ve been promising to get together “sometime” ever since.
It’s never happened. Mostly, I blame myself.
Ok, maybe I should give a little backstory:
He’s called The Wallpaper because during one – or two or three – of our random evening FB Messenger chats, he sent me a pic of his tush – or two or three – which became the wallpaper pic for my phone’s lock screen.
It’s an insanely cute tush.
So, that probably gives you a little insight into the direction some of those Messenger conversations careened. For the most part, they were innocent enough, but poorly timed, “let’s get some wine” conversations that never manifested. The others…well, someone had an itch he needed help scratching.
I wasn’t not flattered.
But I was my open and honest self and told him that I wasn’t looking for anything casual…especially with someone I call a friend. For me, sex and friendship are on two opposite sides of the intimacy line.
On the other side of the conversation, he wasn’t not looking to date – obviously, hehe – but he’d never dated an older guy before.
He was referring to me.
Or at least the 16-ish year age difference between us. A legitimate hesitation on his part, as that difference is about 50% of his entire life.
I was his MoPed. A lot of fun to ride, but he wouldn’t want his friend to see him on one.
Ironically, The Wallpaper has a motorcycle, so that MoPed analogy works on many levels.
I don’t know if he got what he wanted elsewhere in those instances, but I know he’s found what he needed in a boyfriend. I can’t be anything but happy for him, good guys deserve good guys…that check the right boxes for them. I’m excited to watch their journey from the relative distance of the Facebook.
But he’s unique in his situational need for sex. He was tapping his pool of acquaintances – at least in my case – in his search for getting himself…tapped. I wouldn’t do that, but I do understand the relative safety that provides over the insecurity of seeing someone’s picture on an app and going to a stranger’s house for a bit of the old naughty.
That’s a funny meme, but not so funny when contrasted with the real life story of the two guys who lured five men to their deaths back east over this past summer using…gay dating apps.
Talk about asocial media. They escalated the dysfunction of those social media apps by a magnitude or two.
In the end, I’m glad The Wallpaper has found the ultimate security of the sure thing a relationship provides. Plus, it’s so much more fulfilling than an anonymous hook up.
Ok, sure…I say “sure thing” knowing that couples have to put some work into syncing up their respective sex drives and/or schedules when it comes to <ahem> coming. But it’s less work than trolling for random dick or ass on these timesuck dating apps. I’d rather think that successfully hooking up in one of those situations is like playing the Lottery of Lust.
Does he appeal to you.
Are you sexually compatible.
Is he even available.
While relationship sex might be an equal – if not decidedly different – amount of effort, in the meantime, you have genuine intimacy.
That’s amazingly valuable, in my opinion. And undervalued these days. It’s not that there’s not some degree of intimacy in a hook up, it’s just illegitimate intimacy. Well, that’s kinda judgy sounding. It’s at least forced.
Is that a thing?
Should it be?
Maybe it’s my religious upbringing, but I don’t think it should be. Actually, I think it’s more that I doubt it actually is.
Maybe that missing intimacy is what’s actually creating this culture of Lost Boys that is running amok in gay America.
Is being held by a stranger – whether strictly as a cuddle date (don’t get me started on that bullshit) or after a hookup – a real enough intimate contact to meet our messy human emotional needs?
I know people are loathe to consider themselves needy, but I think intimacy is as important to people as food and water. It’s probably just as crazy to deny that reality as it is to deny our need for shelter.
Yet people do.
People replace intimacy with sex and settle for whatever false intimacy they can get while cuddling afterward while not acknowledging that they don’t even know if they know this guy’s actual name.
Or pretending they aren’t judging the cleanliness of his bedroom and wondering if he washes his sheets regularly.
Because that’s intimate.
Well, anyway…at least another human is touching you. Maybe even telling you that you were “good”.
If not intimate, at least it’s validating…
Ok, I have to go be grumpy now.