July 31st, 2003

bi_pride

My gaydar is not as poorly calibrated as I thought!

Gaydar, for those who don't know, is that sixth sense that queer people are supposed to have which makes them notice other queer people. Some people believe in it, others think it's a myth, others... are ambivalent. Me, I have a gaydar. But it's calibrated wrongly. I'm brilliant at spotting queer men, and lousy at spotting queer women, which is a bit bloody useless, really.

So, there are some people at work that I think are gay. There's one guy, S, who dresses very neatly and has certain speech and body language mannerisms that set my gaydar whooping. Not least the fact he is crazy about his nieces and nephews and talks about them the way other colleagues talk about their kids, yet he never mentions his own partner or any desire to have kids himself. Then there's a supervisor, V, who always wears nice clothes - not expensive, but nice. And he has great hair, and a soft voice, and is generally very swishy. But then he's also French, and I can't work out how much of his clothes and hair style and swishiness is down to him being French. I find myself comparing him to the other French supervisor, M, who's also lovely, but fairly rugged, and trying to work things out. Think of V like Ricky Martin and M like Gerard Depardieu, and you get the idea. When I finally quit my job, I might just ask him - but then again, I might not. For the moment, I'll just enjoy his bum every time it goes past, and imagine him cuddled up to another gorgeous guy in hot boy-on-boy action.

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