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Back in my monogamous relationship days, I would often fall back on a common refrain: I’m not one of those scene gays; I don’t like the club, anyway.
Indeed, I didn’t. My limited experiences of gay going-out were generally pretty lackluster. So this served as a convenient justification to ignore my growing desires to be a slut, and stay in my comfortable partnership.
That’s a story for a whole other newsletter, but I mention it because, well, turns out I actually do like going out to the club.
After I left monogamy behind, I had something of a gay rebirth, and quickly discovered that clubs and bathhouses and other cruising grounds were the stuff of my dreams.
One reason: When you go out, you have a much better chance of reeling in guys who are out of your league.
I think I always intuitively knew this, but never articulated it until I heard David Sessions say it on his podcast recently. To quote: “The thing about going out is that versus, even Grindr or meeting someone on a dating app, going out is like the best odds for people who are kind of disadvantaged. Whether it’s in age or looks or whatever. That is where people fuck out of their league.”
Yes. Exactly.
Now, I’m not terribly “disadvantaged.” I’m white, thin and tall. And at 31, I only recently died my gay death. But, much as I love my body, I know I’m no hunk.
On Grindr or other apps where the currency is strictly visual, it can be hard to attract someone who’s, objectively, a lot hotter than me. But in a dark, sweaty club, it can be a lot easier.
This happened to me, coincidentally, the night before I listened to David’s podcast. I was out at the monthly naked club night (it’s as amazing as it sounds), where I immediately clocked a hottie who I wanted to dance with.
As I bopped about with my usual crew of friends, I kept craning my neck to see him, in the pod of gorgeous boys that occupied the center of the dance floor, with his rock-hard dick bouncing up and down.
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