19yr Old Guy, Rippled Abdominals, 182lbs, 6ft Clean Cut Seeks Friends
Lane Egeland wrote: Are you really so bitter that you are too old and too fat to bitch fight at the bars anymore, that you have to take it out on people here?
I am the gay community,
Each day I grow older, and this brings age and experience to the gay community. With every new morning I can say "the gay community is one day older." Where once I was whory, I now am hoary. I, the gay community, pass from new to used to collectible to vintage to antique.
I am the gay community, and I am old.
Each day I grow fatter. This increases the size of the gay community, and makes us more of a force to be reckoned with. Within the soft folds of my expanding flesh I contain the history of all gay men. Other men see this, hot men, and they want to grasp my personal larder, and stroke my protuding mounds. They send me email about my belly. They wish me to enfold them in my bulk.
I am the gay community, and I am old and fat.
Each day I grow more bitter. Once I was young and sprightly enough to walk to the bars, once I was slim enough to fit through the doorjambs and enter the world of bitch fights, ah glorious bitch fights. Get her, I would say, doesn't she think she's something! Soon we would be scratching each other's eyes out, the contents of our purses flying though the air. Yes, that was fun, in a young and slim sort of way, and when I think of that world now closed to me a bitter taste of resentment comes to my mouth.
I am the gay community, and I am old and fat and bitter.
So here I am, creaky with age, burdened with heft, enslaved by attitude, the 19-year-old rippled-abdominal 182lb guy I once was buried deep within me, struggling to get out. He pounds at my enormous, creviced shell, refusing to let me accept my statesman-status gracefully. So I lash out with rancor. Yes, Lane Egeland, you have my number.
I am the gay community, and my number is 612-382-5968.
- Steven Levine, 5 Jun 1995 and further info