“Want to play The Last Of Us tonight?” Trevor’s text said.
“Yeah come on over!”, I responded. “What time?”
“See you then!”
I changed into some comfortable gym shorts and picked up my living room. I quickly made some chicken and rice, ate dinner swiftly, and made sure I had the game we wanted to play.
Travor arrived around 9:30, and immediately said “Want to move the couch closer to the tv?”
Uh, hello. You’re talking to a gay man. Of course I want to rearrange furniture.
We move the couch and I insert the game disc into the Playstation 3. We sit down on the couch, drinking Bud Light Lime, when we agree we need to turn the lights off if we’re going to play a scary video games.
For the next two hours, neighbors could hear shouts of “Oh my God did you see that?!”, “HOLY SHIT”, “that was sick man”, and “Bro this is the best game ever!”.
Two guys, just sitting on the couch, drinking beer, and playing a video game.
As a gay man, I can’t help but always be on the search for acceptance. I want to be just like everyone else – I don’t want to be “Jake, the gay guy”. I want to be “Jake, that cool guy who sings and plays video games, and oh yeah, he’s also gay”. Because being gay isn’t all that I am. I am also talented, loving, intelligent, and caring. And gay.
I’ve always had mostly female friends. I wear my emotions on my sleeve, ready at a moments notice. If I had a quarter for every time I cried watching SPCA commercials, I’d have a couple bucks.
But once Trevor went home and we made plans to continue the game later this week, I realized I was just like him. And all the other guys that I am friends with.
In fact, I am just one of the guys, too.