Just come the fuck out already, I'd always think.īut lately, thanks to a flurry of coverage surrounding a controversial new book titled Not Gay: Sex Between Straight White Men, I've been questioning my initial assumptions. I'd been there, done that (and them) and always ended up resenting them for enjoying the pleasures of gay sex while not owning up to the rest of the gay package. I had already learned by then to avoid getting with closeted guys.
He said he'd consider it. A few messages later, he proposed a dick pic exchange.Īs fun as it was to flirt with Benjamin, I wasn't seriously considering hooking up with him. I jokingly told him I'd only S his D if he'd reciprocate. The fact that Benjamin started inquiring about blowjobs so quickly after declaring his absolute straightness was a little jarring, but I went with it anyway. Our match was probably just a result of his 'aggressive' swiping tendencies, he added. He dropped the charming line just five minutes after explaining to me that 'oops,' he wasn't gay, the app must have fucked up and popped me, a male, into his feed by accident. This was the question Benjamin* asked me when I matched with him last summer on Tinder.
