Friday, July 8, 2011
Summer is such a curse. I have always hated it since I was a young boy. I didn't like working on the farm, I didn't like the heat, or the sunscreen, or sunburns. I just wanted to be inside. Maybe the worst thing now is that there are all these beautiful men running around with their shirts off.
You may think that is a glorious thing, but for a gay man in the closet it is a curse. You want to stare, but you can't...... someone might notice you staring. I hate driving down the road with someone in my family, and we get close to a gorgeous bare chested man. I look, but very quickly, sometimes out of the corner of my eye.
Then there is the part about going home all horned up. No way to take care of the feeling that a cold shower wouldn't even cure.
I guess I will live with it, but dang it is hard.