I’ve always been able to spot other gay people, whether they be men or women. I know loads of gays who can’t tell and it amazes me. I don’t know what it is about ‘us’ (getting all tribal here Ulla!) but I can tell.
Yesterday I was working about 30 miles away delivering leaflets around a village, for some extra pennies. I had my media player on, was listening to the Rolling Stones and intermittently jerking my body along to the music and just getting on with the work really. About halfway through the ‘drop’ (technical term there for a leafletting round!) I saw him.
A gay man!
He was walking towards me, he saw me and I saw him. He kept his eyes straight ahead as did I until we were almost on top of one another (in my mind we already were but that’s another post entirely) then his eyes met mine, solidly and steadily and in that moment, two gay men were fully and completely aware of one another.
He knew I was, I knew he was and there was that point of connection. I could smell him, taste his mouth, his sweat, his body underneath my fingers. I felt a rush of tension and excitement course through my body. For that brief moment we were locked into one another and then his gaze shifted as did mine and we went on our way.
The colleague who was walking behind me noticed nothing nor did my other colleague who was walking just ahead and who turned round to tell me something in that moment. I glanced back to where he was and he did also. Once again, there was eye contact. A second or two longer than would be usual then he turned away as did I but I was still aware of him.
The way he walked. His full, sensuous and eminently kissable lips. The sound his boots made as they connected with the gravel. The way his sweater clung to his chest. The nape of his neck. Mmmmmmmm. That look, which means everything to a fellow gay person yet which remains elusive to just about everyone else is just beautiful.
We’re everywhere and it’s marvellous!
