Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Reverse fake ID's

If there's one thing that annoys me about gay men (well...there isn't just one), its the inability to accept their own age. I love browsing online to find guys who flaunt the fact that they're ex-college athletes, or ex-frat guys...especially when they're now 35, and that was almost half a lifetime ago. Gay men don't like to accept their true age, and thus the fact that they're no longer the hot piece of ass that everyone wants to fuck. Why kid yourself? Accept who you are and love yourself...you'll save a lot of money on shrinks and drugs that way. I've always accepted the fact that I'm short and gay. And now I must accept the fact that I'm 29, dangerously close to 30, and not the cute twink dancing on the box at Backstreet anymore.


Or am I? As of this weekend, I'm once again a student at Georgia Tech. There were many great stories that came out of this weekend, most of them dealing with AtlWreck and his alcoholism, but this is by far the best--at least to a 30yr old gay man. I was staying at his frat house, casting for a new Amateur Straight Guys porno--well the first part is true. The day of the football game, the house's "Ticket Bitch" had a ticket for me...only problem was that it was student section, thus requiring a student ID. I no longer had mine from years ago. Problem? No...not with a scanner, printer, and Photoshop. PRESTO! I had a new student Georgia Tech BuzzCard, complete with a picture of myself, student ID number, and the name "Bill A. Balling" to match the signature. I kept it as a memento of the weekend. Sure, I might carry it in my wallet for the time-being, but at least I wont be trying to stuff my 30 year old gut into an Abercrombie and Fitch tshirt like most of my contemporaries in a vain attempt to recapture my youth.

1 comment:

AtlWreck said...

just because i blacked out in the middle of the afternoon, never made it to the football game, tripped, fell, busted my chin and knee, ran around the house naked and drunk while i was locked out of my room, and made innapropriate drunken passes at who knows how many people does NOT make me an alcoholic. you are, afterall, the one who got put in timeout by that officer ;)