by David Allison
Those of you not familiar with the Term A-List Gays; well that’s just something that popped into my head one time when observing some over-confident, self-loving and self-appreciating homosexuals in full swing. The Supreme being, well that’s no Diana Ross reference to disco songs and hot pants.
One thing I should clear up right off the bat is that self-confidence is something that is definitely on the plus side of personality traits. It’s just not something that should be as over powering as a gay who just took a bath in Kouros.
All through history there have been different classes, castes and generations; so it should be obvious that this should spill over into our disco loving lifestyles. What perturbs me is when it crosses the line into full on snobbery; that sideways glance at someone who doesn’t have pecs big enough to knock a bus over, or clothes so trendy they haven’t even been shown in Paris yet. A-list gays; apparently think they’re the new black or jacket or boots.
I’ve gotten to an age now where looking good is something I do for myself. I do it to look good, feel good and also allow me to dive facedown into a vat of ice cream at a moments notice (you never know when someone might ask). Most of us work out, most of us want to take care of our appearance and most of us want to be looking drop dead gorgeous when we bump into that old flame or school mate who’s let them self go so much that only the national guard has something big enough to fit them.
The issue I take with these A-list gays is their approach to others. Quite frankly I’m immune to it now after years on the gay scene I could really care less if I meet another tweaked, plucked, tanned, smoothed ‘God’.
Those relying on looks alone have a lot to learn, give it twenty years and they’ll be yesterdays news, with arses skimming the carpet and the only rug they’ll own will be atop their shiny bald heads. What these folk need to realise is the importance of kindness and the human spirit, not about whether or not someone fits into your social profile or ideals.
I remember the years and years I was bullied at school for, no one wanted to go out with me, I rarely had a girlfriend (go figure) and I didn’t have the biggest group of friends. As a stark contrast to that as I grew older and more people paid attention it was more obvious how much people wanted to get to know me purely based on the way I looked.
Fast forward a few years and even more time spent in the gym and suddenly the attention shifts. There are still those A-list gays that I’ll see around town that won’t speak to me first; I have to go up to them, I have to make the effort to speak in a vain attempt to make them look popular. Have I done this before? Yes I have. Do I do it now? You’re god damn right I don’t. I would rather put a dress on and call myself Shirley…. no wait… I’ve done that already.
I walked into a restaurant a few months back to meet a friend, as I walked in there at the table were two so called ‘acquaintances’ that I know relatively well and of course the effort was left to me to say hello. It was only when I left with a good friend of mine off the TV did they suddenly start paying more attention. Well sweet cheeks, you snooze, you loose. Within five minutes of that event, I was in a different venue with a definite cork-popping sound being made by our champagne. Friends? Ignored me? Where?
I guess the message I’m trying to convey across to you all is that it’s not always about how someone looks, how they act or what they have. Granted we are all judgemental to a degree, but in a time when we are being judged on the very rights we can and cannot have as gay men and women; is it not time we stuck together rather than stuck our noses in the air. Too cool for school? Newsflash, you left school along time ago.
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Till next time.