Straight men to tell the truth do not like gay men at all, not one bit. Not that I blame them. It’s completely understandable. After all, being straight, and in particular being masculine, is in part all about a negation of the feminine, the effeminate and by extension the homoerotic and the homosexual. So the gay man represents everything that the straight man has been fighting like mad his whole not to be. He’s the “anti-you.”
So most straight guys are extremely concerned about who is gay and who is not to the point where they are always worrying and prying about here and there wondering about whether so and so or such and such straight guy is really secretly gay. Which in general is an utterly idiotic and preposterous line of inquiry.
On the other hand, I’ve never cared. I never thought homosexuality or bisexuality was a bad thing in a guy, so I never worried too much about whether some guy was set up that way. That led to a lot of idiotic naivete on my part and endless run-ins with gay and bi men.
So it follows that most straight guys are outrageous homophobes, and there’s probably not a lot we can do about that.
I used to have some odd experiences. I had a number of male friends in my life that for whatever reason, a lot of folks kept insisting were gay.
One was DN. DN was a great friend of mine for quite a few years, and we had some great times together running all over LA and Orange County drinking, smoking weed and chasing women. DN also got more pussy than most guys will in 20 lifetimes. That was his main selling point to me, so I always shook my head and laughed whenever I heard all these “FAG!” comments.
The problem was that DN had been a real pussy when he was a boy. We made a pun on his name that had “fag” in it. When he was about 10, he was a very sensitive boy. He was always bursting into tears for this or that reason.
As we were in the forge of boyhood, being cast into men by hot fire, we had to stop that. It went around among the boys: “He cries like a girl. Beat him up! Every time he cries, beat him up!” So every time he burst into tears, the boys all jumped on him and beat the crap out of him. I gladly joined in. Turns out we beat him into some kind of a man in some way or another.
As he grew to be a young man, he got a lot more masculine, but people I grew up always remembered what a pussy boy he was and always insisted that he was a “fag” based on his crybaby behavior as a young boy.
Since he was a big pussy as a young boy, that means he was going to be a faggot for the rest of his life. Now that’s some scientific thinking!
I knew DN very well as a young man, and realized that he was no longer the pussyboy he was as a boy. I was hanging around with him all the time, and my friends kept hissing at me that he was a FAG. It was often implied by family members that I was obviously a FAG too since I was hanging out with DN.
Apparently there was no other way to hang out with DN without sucking his cock! That’s funny because DN and I and had a universe of fun together and I never sucked his cock a single time. I never even thought about it. I never did anything remotely gay with the guy. Why would I?
It did turn out later that at age 22, DN got into bisexuality, something he had always told me he would never do. A particularly vicious, slimy and extremely typical queer basically blackmailed him into it, just like most of them will if you give them the chance. Do queers prey on, sexually harass, blackmail and recruit good-looking young straight men? Yes, in epidemic numbers.
Soon after, I pretty much had to end my friendship with the guy because he was so deep into that scene. Once one of your friends goes deep into guy sex, the friendship is basically over, and you’re not going to be able to hang around with him anymore for a ton of reasons.
I had some other friends who people, especially a particularly viciously insane homophobic family member, kept insisting were FAGS. I never did anything remotely gay with any of these guys, and as a general rule, they never tried anything with me.
With all these guys, we had spent a ton of time together having a blast, and none of them had given off the remotest queer vibes or done anything remotely gay towards me, so I wasn’t worried about their sexuality. All that was important was how they acted when they were around me.
I suppose if they wanted to be cool around me and then sneak around and suck cocks behind my back, I wouldn’t even care. Why would I? As long as he leaves me alone and keeps quiet about his queery adventures, why should I give it a minute of thought? Anyway, if you’re hanging around with a guy, and he’s leaving you alone, bottom line is he can’t possibly be gay or bi.
The only reason a person could possibly care if someone is gay or not is if they are homophobic. If this is an important question to you, you’re a homophobe. Period.
I have had guys would go hang out with me or go out with me at night somewhere. Some of these guys were married. They would always be trying to get away from me and get distant from me, and it seemed like they were trying to put a lot of space between me and them when others were watching. It’s like they were saying, “Hey, I don’t want you to think Bob is my boyfriend!” It was pretty annoying.
But anyway, guys are simply retarded. Any straight guy who spends any amount of time around me at all should be able to quickly tell that I am not gay or bi or anything like that. Because almost 100% of significantly bi or gay men will make that queer I mean clear to you extremely quickly as soon as they become close to you in any way whatsoever.
They communicate, “I have a homoerotic orientation. You turn me on. I want to fuck you.” There’s no way you’re ever going to have some friend you’ve been hanging around with forever who you are suddenly shocked to find out is secretly gay and sucking cocks on the sly. The very idea is insane.
But most men are totally retarded on that subject.