Just heard from one of those 'Talk' shows in London TV, something silly, nevertheless rather interesting, about the latest fashion accessories amongst the rich, famous but bored socialites, who has everything but purpose of life and a devoted husband or lover, preferably both, who had time to spend with them.
The new hot item is not a Dior or Valentino gown, not a Gucci bag, not Jimmy Choo shoes, not even diamonds supposedly a girl's best friend, but a gay companion. To be seen with night-clubbing, dining in exclusive and expensive restaurants, midnight yachting or skinny-dipping ... I guess that's about all, not much else seeing that the handsome and attentive escort is gay.
The new hot item is not a Dior or Valentino gown, not a Gucci bag, not Jimmy Choo shoes, not even diamonds supposedly a girl's best friend, but a gay companion. To be seen with night-clubbing, dining in exclusive and expensive restaurants, midnight yachting or skinny-dipping ... I guess that's about all, not much else seeing that the handsome and attentive escort is gay.
I am no socialite, nor can I afford to pay out such extravagant outings regularly, but I do quite enjoy occasionally some gay company, in the sense of both devil-may-care-merry company as well as the 'other' sexual implication if he happens to be one of 'those'. Until just a couple of years ago, I had 2 gay men friends, a very united and stable couple, great and genuine friends, frank and honest, the way I am by nature.
Women friends seem nearly always set out to compete, even when I am not after their boyfriends or husbands; male friends often have bed or settee included in their mind when they invite you for dinner, while gay males are pretty relaxing and often stimulating conversationalists. These two friends had been together for over 20 years but one died about 3 years ago, the other, the one I talked with more, was so heart broken, he couldn't stay in Roses any more where everything reminded him of his lost partner. He moved back to UK, and I lost a real 'bosom' friend and a confidant who seemed to understand me more than I do myself.
I still remember all the things we talked about, especially the 2 way jokes. Like when a good looking guy passed us by I would quickly say to him 'Hey, hands off, I saw him first!' Or he would say to me 'Forget it, didn't you see he wasn't looking at you but me?'
How I miss my friend. I used to correct people who mentioned him to me as 'Your gay friend ...' and I would immediately say 'My friend, not my gay friend. I don't have sexual inclination listed as part of a friend's quality or defect.'
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