A Quickie at Work

I’m all alone in the office this morning, so I thought I’d take advantage of that, be a bit naughty, and fire off a quick post…

What do you mean that wasn’t what you were expecting from the title?

Today for a change I have some positive things to write about! – I know… I’m looking out the office window for the flying pigs.

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Remember this post? – An Unceremonious Outing

I was out with my straight housemates/friends last weekend celebrating a birthday. I made my excuses about 11pm and dissappeared “To go and meet some other friends.” ie, I went to the local gay bar. (I’ll write a bit more about this in + 2).

The next day I was meeting up with one of the guys from the first group to go and fly some kites (power kites). After we got back from flying kites, we were sitting drinking coffee in the kitchen to warm up and he casually dropped into the conversation “had you a good time in ‘local gay bar’ after you left us last night?”

Totally casual and nonchalant!

I’m not sure when he found out, but he was at the halloween party…

It was just what I needed, a straight guy that really doesn’t give a shit if I’m gay or straight! Very much a confidence boost.

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Remember this post? – Flirt

The flirting was somewhat confirmed…

“If I wasn’t with #boyfriend# you’re exactly the kind of guy I’d go for…”

There isn’t a smiley that would adequitely show the grin that was plastered on my face when I heard that (see last post to get an idea).

I still don’t want it to go anywere… but it’s nice to know that even I can have the spidey senses at times!

That was two ego boosts in two days… made me feel better about myself!

I shouldn’t let it get to me…

It’s funny how the little things, and people you’ve never met can affect you.

A friend recently asked me if she could give my email address / mobile no, to a gay guy she knew. She sold it to me that he was looking for new friends. So I thought what the hell, and wrote them down for her to give to him.

He got in touch by text message two nights ago.

After a couple of texts he asked me to send a pic… so I did… and I haven’t heard anything from him since.

Now I know I’m not a good looking guy, but I thought the photo I sent at least wouldn’t scare him off. Maybe it was the manic grin (I was drunk when it was taken), maybe it was the tuft of grey hair.

What a bitch… and I don’t even know what he looked like.

I was thinking it would be nice to meet some new gay friends, particularly one recommended by a friend. He’s blown that chance now. And with that chance, destroyed a little bit of my belief in the fundamental good in everyone.

But you know what… I don’t even want to know someone who’d judge me solely on looks.

There is so much more to me, and to life.

Worthless

It’s Sunday night, almost 11pm. Back to the daily grind tomorrow. I’ve spent a good porion of the weekend muling over some things that have happened over the last few weeks.

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I’ve never pulled a sickie before. In the eleven years that I’ve been working (4 full time), I have had a grand total of two days sick leave. On each occasion, I was genuinely ill. It would be completely out of character for me to just skip a day.

I sometimes enjoy my job, I worked damn hard to get into my career, and the prospects are excellent…

A few things that have happened over the last few weeks have been troubling me though, and I’m really now seriously considering whether I need a change of tack.

It all boils down to my boss. He’s in his 60’s and quite old fashioned. He’s quite un-PC (which I don’t normally see as a bad thing), will tell some mild sexist jokes, and his opinions of women in the workplace don’t seem to have changed since the 60’s. He’s also fiercely anti-racist.

He is however homophobic.

Some of his comments this week (none directed at me) have left me feeling pretty much utterly worthless.

I don’t remember his exact words but -

“These bloody queers seem to be everywhere…”

“It seems to be becoming the norm…”

“Poofs…”

“Queers…”

“I didn’t think we had those sorts in [career]“

I can’t go on listening to him, saying nothing, for much longer. I’m sure he wouldn’t make these comments in front of someone he knew to be gay; but I’m equally certain that A) if he knew I was gay wouldn’t have hired me in the first instance. B) If he found out I was gay, would find a reason to fire me.

So I’m basically left in a position where I feel really pretty worthless.

I don’t know what’s more frustrating… him saying things, or me sitting at my desk saying nothing.

I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I’m almost getting to a point where I would consider taking a sick day. I think however that would take me down a path I don’t want… so for the meantime I’m resisting.

I am an underwear snob

I’m very fussy about underwear.

I have another related confession.

I will judge you by your choice of underwear.

Briefs are almost always out; thongs a complete waste of time; boxer shorts are acceptable (unless printed with cartoon characters or ‘cute’ slogans); boxer briefs are preferred, particularly hipster style with lycra – I’ll even let you choose the colour (but if it’s white, make sure they are white and not slightly tinged with grey from washing).

If you are in doubt, commando is best.

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*This post was inspired by a housemate who wears the most hideous underwear I’ve ever seen, and insists on walking around the house in the mornings wearing just his underwear (strange coloured briefs)… yeuch!

**I suspect I may not be alone in this underwear snobbery.