Yes Manish, it’s rare that one asserts something and simultaneously proves it in the same sentence.

You have not let your readers know, though, the real reason for this mischief – which is that pretty girl at your gym laughed at the impromptu remark I made, the kind which you’ve been trying to think of for weeks without success, and made you go green with envy. But I was just exercising my native charm – she’s all yours, buddy.

Bong Breaker et al.:

shagging in a wide open space in the Jardins de Tuileries. Damn French, always have to go one better.

Forget the French. I think Manish just “went one better.”

Maybe thats where Dubya got the idea from when walked hand in hand with the Saudi King.

at the same time, the very active and interesting desi gay scenes in american cities, and the broader texture of desi gay life, get little coverage in the site nor much attention from commenters. one result is an all too easy slip into what papal mehta called “heteronormativity.” it’s something that we — not just the bloggers here but also the commenters — can do better on, and hopefully shall. not just for “political” reasons, but perhaps more importantly because it’s as much part of desi life as anything else.

peace

I’m aware. I don’t want to get into an argument about the politics of the blog–I just wanted to point out that gender norms for men that are a bit more enlightened than in the U.S. and acceptance of same-sex relationships are not the same thing–that’s all.

Does this mean that the disapproval of public male-bonding (for lack of better words) in US is due to presence of LGBT ?

Withouht having studied it, I doubt it–though I would guess that the need to make one’s self appear “manly” by social standards is probably always a factor in gender presentation.

I needed furniture; he had the day off; he was young and needed the money.

You hired an escort.

We ended up at Foam Palace

Pillow talk ensued.

while dirty water dripped out of a drainage pipe overhead

Things got exciting.

I asked C. to try out the mattress. The salesman looked on skeptically. ‘We’re not, uh, together,’

You asked for something funky.

how some competitor made them twice as soft at half the price.

Money became an issue.

Down the street

You left.

I haven’t figured the rest out, but so far, it’s great story, the imagery and irony (however, I do think “slurped on Thai curry” is too overt; same goes for ‘The spreadsheet is password-protected,’ there’s got to be a better way to say ‘use a condom’).

The very best line: “C. swore again to knife me lightly in an alley dark. This in a country where straight men walk hand-in-hand down the street”… A man making love in an alley, how noir.