Dear GB,
I trust that this letter finds you well and that you remember me from my previous email. To be very honest, with my entire world being set ablaze recently by the financial crisis, I haven't been keeping up-to-date with your blog but I do hope that you'll respond to this note nevertheless.
So a little over a year has elapsed since we were last in contact. I graduated early from college with honours degrees and I'm now back living with my parents, after having been laid off by a major investment bank last year. I worked in research, which is a bit more tolerant of people of my nature, but as you know also not as revenue-generating as the other divisions. Hence I'm out of work now. I'm now essentially preparing a Master's degree to temporise a bit, and figure out the rest of my life.
Despite having the same problems as before (social stagnation, shortage of gay peers, looming isolation from my girlfriends, eating disorder, overzealous materialism), I'm writing to you now with a few issues that are perhaps more pertinent to your blog. (Apologies in advance for what is to come; in rereading it I realise that it sounds somewhat narcissistic but I honestly don't intend it that way.)
Essentially, I'm worn down by the dozens upon dozens of closeted, bisexual and bi-curious guys who flirt with me regularly -- I'm quite serious. It happens maybe fifteen times a day on average. I don't know if this is normal for gay guys, but I guess it's because I'm tall, still quasi-anorexic and maybe have "blossomed" into an attractive young boy ("cute twink" I was referred to the other day by a businessman in the street). Around 15-20% of my male classmates (even degree supervisor and a professor!) give me elevator eyes and make some sort of terrible lascivious movement when I sit in their vicinity in the library or in class: you-know-what with a pen/pencil, raised eyebrows, or even hand on the groin area. It's all quite vile. Yes, I suppose my sexuality articulates itself through my appearance, but I wonder if other facets of my identity are the root cause of this unwanted attention: my background, above-average intelligence and world-weary, blasé personality. I have never imagined myself to be exceptionally attractive, so somehow I feel as though I'm doing something that leads people to believe that I'm an easy lay. (I'm not.)
Recently, I gave my phone number to a (likely closeted) German boy who has been hitting on me for eight months straight in all of the above manners. As a somewhat shy person, I have never given my phone number to anyone. I did it largely because he studies quite hard, is of somewhat modest means (terrible but I find it endearing), and yes, is quite handsome; however, I really wanted to boost his self-esteem since, having studied in France, he has something of an inferiority complex and has spent hours a day staring at me from across the library. Anyway, much to my surprise, he texted me back a day after the receipt of my note letting me know that he "did not seek to hit on me" and this was all a "malentendu". That said, only in refiltering my memory now do I realise that he only engaged in such behaviour when we were both alone. I texted him back saying that was OK and that I thought he was a handsome and intelligent young man, admirably studious and that I hoped he went far.
Regardless, all of this plunges me further into existential crisis; I am afraid that I might be too effete to ever have meaningful male relationships (did this find expression in my last letter?), and that men will never see me as anything more than a sex object. As a complement to these concerns, my dear father is now quite old, and I'm worried that when he's gone I won't have anyone to support and protect me from the violence of this world. In addition, given the financial crisis, I've come to realise that my inheritance isn't large enough for me to support my lifestyle forever -- without going into figures, I will essentially lose half of everything to my (independently very wealthy) elder brother when the division of assets occurs, and I don't know if I can ever have a real job again considering how effete I seem to have become. (I spent around £40,000 over the past two months on travel, drinks and renewing my wardrobe with additions from the summer collections -- and this happens every season.)
Anyway, there is a lot more I could say, but I hope that you can give me some advice on how to go about fitting into this world and what changes I should make so as to become a productive member of society. I can surmise what you're thinking, but it's not really that I'm too effeminate -- I'm too self-aware to have a stereotypically gay voice, set of speech patterns, gait, look, etc. In general, though, I'm feeling much better about my life from the last time I emailed you, so please don't think too much of all this.
Take care!
It's certainly good to hear that this reader is feeling a bit better about his life. But he mentions a couple of issues, namely about all the guys that flirt with him, and also he's still not sure how to fit into the world at large.
It's a fact of life that adults think about sex. I've even heard it said that on average men think about sex every seven seconds, although I've found articles online which discredit that. For what it's worth, in one sense I think it could be true, because when guys are cruising then they're thinking about sex all the time! The misleading thing is to state the frequency of thinking about sex as an average, because the frequency will be very different at different times during a typical week.
This little diversion into the frequency that men think about sex is simply to prove that both the reader and the guys that he comes into contact with will naturally think about sex quite often. So in terms of all the guys that flirt with this reader, several things could be going on. Because the reader doesn't have a boyfriend or regular fuck-buddy, then since he's a healthy young guy it's quite likely that he'll think about sex a lot of the time. This could well cause him to mis-interpret other people's behaviour, as seems to have happened in the case of the German boy. Another possibility is that when the reader sees a guy flirting, it could well be other people in the reader's vicinity who're the intended recipient of the flirts. Yet another possibility is that guys may do things (e.g. with pens/pencils) that seem flirtatious, but it could be that they're simply doing it subconsciously, simply because they've got a healthy sexual appetite. Finally, it's also likely that some guys will occasionally make sexual passes at the reader, but as adults that's something that we all have to deal with as we see fit.
I'd actually suggest that following up on a few of the genuine passes might be a good idea, because interacting with other guys should help him integrate himself into society a bit more, as well as helping him keep his libido under control! Indeed, one of the many things I like about being gay is the way that cruising naturally brings me into contact with guys from such diverse backgrounds.
Regarding the reader's continuing issue with how he should make his way in the world, I've given it a bit more thought and I'm increasingly of the opinion that he should find himself a job that's more academic than commercial. So I haven't changed my opinion from last time that a job in the banking environment would be a bad idea for him. If he can find something academic to do that interests him, and hopefully fully engages him, then this should naturally curb his excess spending which I'm sure partly arises as a result of boredom. Of course, he won't be able to have the lifestyle that he currently enjoys from an academic's salary, but the hope is that he won't need nearly so much money if he can find something productive to occupy his time, and in that case perhaps his inheritance might be sufficient.
As just one example of a job which is a bit academic and highly unusual, perhaps the reader could train to become a herald. Heralds work at the College of Arms in London, which is the official repository of coats of arms and pedigrees of British families and their descendants. In his previous email the reader said that he spoke several languages, however since Latin isn't one of them he's probably not qualified to be a herald at present. But given his background and achievements to date, I'm sure that he'd be able to pick it up quickly. I confess though that I've got no idea how he could apply for such a role!Does anyone else have any more thoughts for this reader?
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