I’ve mentioned before that I’ve walked the dark and depressing road that is Internet dating. It’s not something I’m proud or ashamed of, really, but it’s common to the point that pretty much every gay person I know has used it for one reason or another. It’s part of the culture now. It provides a venue outside of the clubs to meet people that are a little more day-to-day normal and not already plastered or flying on however many lines of coke they just did off the toilet seat.

There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. I’m guessing heteros get their share of freaks, but there’s something about the emaciated, over-plucked, over-pierced gayboizzz that make me fear for the gay online community in general. More vain than any slutty teenage girl, the 20-something boi’s photo gallery consists of more Photoshopping and airbrushing than an issue of Cosmo, and all so he can look even skinnier, so his pink hair can be that much more vibrant, so his piercings look more like independent sources of light than just metal piercing flesh. This is the ideal that I’m supposed to be getting all hot and bothered for.

That, or would be Abercrombie models who are way out of my league. 9s and 10s, as it were.

Or the dime-a-dozen “average” guys to which I probably belong.

It’s disheartening to see this shit in action, and unsurprising. You gotta flash yo shit to get any attention, and even negative attention is better than none at all. All so you can hope that you can culminate some kind of passion for someone that you met on the Internet, which you’ll downplay to all your friends anyway, because who wants to meet the love of their loves on a free internet dating site?

And, not to brag, but I’m not saying this out of spite because I haven’t got any hits or anything. There is a ping to your ego when you get messaged by someone who seems potentially interesting, but chances are it won’t work out and you’ll just have to start all over again. The inevitability of it all just makes me grit my teeth.

This blog is getting to be bitter to the max. 100% happy times for my next post.