Friday, November 1, 2013

Reverse Gaydar

As many of you know, I've spent the last week or so cruising around the Caribbean. It's a hard life, I know.

I've spent most every night in the club with my cruising pal, Joy. It's her scene and once upon a time it was really mine too. But alas, 8 years and three pregnancies after my prime, I just can't keep up anymore. Plus, I just don't get the attention I once did. Could be because I'm with a blonde bombshell who can dance circles around me. Or, it could be those aforementioned 8 years and 3 pregnancies.

So last night we split company so that I could wander into my new scene, the piano bar. I really love piano bars. So I walked in and within 30 seconds had a gay man offer to buy me a drink. I politely declined. Within 5 minutes had two more offers from two more gay men. Of course I declined, this time explaining to the group why. Insert choruses of, "you go girl", "awe" and, "wow, you're an amazing woman."

My head grew larger by my nanosecond. It was ah-mazing.  Here are those compliments and the special attention I once found in the club.


Apparently my uterus is now more attractive than my ass. 


Nice. 


So, this all has me thinking about Gaydar.

If you don't know what that is, its this sort of "six sense" that a woman claims to have about identifying gay men. Let me say two things about this.


  • I wish it didn't have to exist. Gay or straight shouldn't be an identifiable trait, nor should it have to be something that is hidden to where people need "gaydar" to know. 

  • My gaydar is prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrretty good. 


But now I wonder, is there such thing as like, reverse gaydar? Wherein Gay men see me, and just know I am an instant friend? Is there something about me that screams advocate? I sure hope so.

I must make a note to ask the guys.

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