The Scent of a Man

Mission 1. Hook up with someone as old as my mom (54)and as young as my sister (20) in a month.
Mission 2. Live a completely gay lifestyle (without the gay sex) for a month.

Generally speaking, my mental acclimation to the gay lifestyle has been relatively easy to this point. Honestly, I thought the mindset would be the hard part until I realized the simple, yet universal truth among all men.

We think with our dicks.

That insight has provided me with a stable jumping off point. Something I could take with me as I cross the bridge into the land of gay.

I’ve also discovered another universal truth--friends are friends, whether they stick it in the crack of a man or a woman. Because to really gain something from this mission, I need to do more than just look good in a tight black Helmut Lang tee. I need to be able to frame things beyond my own lens. To not merely accept that a man can be attracted to another man, but understand why he is, and befriend that.

It’s funny, Daniel's friends are constantly asking, “Would you?” to each other, as in “would you do that guy?” My straight friends do a similar thing girls, except they say, “Woudja.” The answers seem to run a parallel course with each group: “Fuck Yea,” “Sure" or “Why Not.” As you can see, men set the bar high.

In my short time spent with Daniel’s friends, I have been able to find beauty in the things I am working to understand. They are a great bunch of guys, and I have been gladly accepted into the fold. I am an official "Friend of Dorothy." In fact, I have my own nickname, “Sex Tape,” which narrowly (and thankfully) beat out “Raw Blow.” I did ok considering some of the others:

Daniel is “Furby”
Quentin is “Big Mac”
Jim is “Hansel”
Robert is “Grizzly”
Tim is “Tim the Spinner” or "Spinning Top" (he gets around)
Harris is “Dirty Boy or DB”

So I am moving forward with Furby and the others into the Memorial Day weekend. The gay party barge is about to take off, and “Sex Tape” is on board. Care to Join?