I had my shoes in my hand and wanted to set about polishing them. They were all well-dressed, and the collective bouquet of their perfumery circumfused and hung richly in the air, a steady reminder that we all had somewhere to be this morning.
He dropped to a squat beside the corduroy pants placed on the spread-out laundry wrap, and hefted the iron over it. Paschal instantly bristled and turned a stormy look to Biola. You thinking of getting some of those moneyed queens you service all over Lagos to invest more than some pocket money on you?
The rest of us laughed at that, as Yinka walked into the parlour. He was wearing just grey flannel slacks, which was unbuckled around his waist, and was holding out a deep-blue shirt which had small creases running all over the material. I simply gained a few pounds these past few days. It was bound to happen — you letting Declan and Ekene influence you into a bad personal hygiene.
You three flock together the most, and you know what they say about birds of the same fat. He says the first nasty thing that pops into his head. I was saying it as it is. Gay men should learn not to stop taking care of their bodies. Biola was on the tallish side of average, slender and fit, a frame that projected sophistication every time, evident through his careful and purposefully elegant wardrobe choices. Biola smiled at the sally as he graciously conceded the round to Ekene. You can chow all you want and still not gain an ounce of fat.
Being gay is hard enough, and on top of it, we have to work at maintaining this image projected by the media — or just gay people in general — that gay guys are supposed to be this lean, fit, underwear-model-looking type, with perfect skin and perfect hair. There are people who are extremely into chubby guys — the chub chasers, and then there are twink chasers, and the bears and so on.
Life is about variety and not a staple. Male beauty should be defined by what a person likes and the comfort one derives from being in their own skin. He looked unconscionably handsome in his gray tweed blazer and darker charcoal slacks. The black vee-neck sweater contrasted with the white of his shirt, and Gucci-stenciled sunglasses were perched on his forehead.
I found love in spite of my size then. But even then, it made me very insecure, so much so that when my boyfriend and I broke up, I blamed my weight and by extension, me, for the breakup. I started working out and dieting soon after that. Well, first of all, forget about inner beauty. And my ideal male body — skinny. Another body type of mine is muscular, not David McIntosh muscular, with nice calves, certainly not the yam type of an Akpan.
Long torso, the torso to leg ratio should almost be equal. Just about as tall as me, not more than two inches taller. Nice facial bone structure, handsome, but not beautiful like a woman. I also like long-fingered dudes and neatly arranged toe nails. Fleshy thighs, not fatty, more like having thick flesh and muscle. The room was overtaken with uproarious laughter again. But making your taste the overall standard of beauty or attractiveness is just egotistical and wrong.
I was surprised one time when someone told me he liked my relatively flat ass. An ex lover had me drooling over his lean arms, another his bubble butt, and a third his height. And they inadvertently help to create a stereotype — that the gay man is fussy about his appearance.
I simply believe that the gay man is on the average more concerned about his looks. Let me give an example. Randomly pick ten gay men and ten straight men. One out of the ten straight men would be concerned about his looks compared to three gay men out of that ten. So they get counted as straight. They are that classification who are both gay and straight, and may exhibit any of the traits associated with any of the groups, and so they blur the line between the two groups.
Everyone deserves some loving. Written by Pink Panther.