Diversity And The Urban Exile

FuelMix was recently chatting to a fag who commented on the all the different people that had thronged into town for the recently completed Pride.

Fag was pleased at the diversity but said that all those people made him feel even more alone. FuelMix, always happy to jump on a paradox, asked why.

Fag replied that perhaps he had grown up in a different era, or perhaps he had different expectations. He had moved back to town after an absence of a few years and noticed 3 things about the people he used to mix with. Firstly, they had either stayed where they were in life. Secondly, their standard of living had dropped as a result of addictions, lousy money management or ill health; Thirdly, they were dead.

Fag admitted his expectations were to make the enduring friendships he had known and missed. He was not close to his biological family, and, as he was getting older, was looking for a “family”. He felt he had outgrown his friends here, sharing neither their values nor their lifestyle.

FuelMix asked if fag was scared of dying alone and unloved. Fag admitted that might be it and added that as much as he craved caring and affection, he was becoming socially withdrawn. He was feeling caught in his own trap – not helped by the fact that during Pride, there appeared to be so many choices, but so little to choose from.

FuelMix suggested that fag was being too analytical in the wrong context. First and foremost, Pride was a jubilant celebration of fagdom. Some love it, some hate it. As one massive party, approaching Pride with a critical eye, looking for nurturing love and friendship, might not be the best tactic. FuelMix suggested that fag use Pride as one big cocktail party where mingling was easy and casual sex even easier.

(FuelMix slyly suggested that casual sex in moderation, lifts depression and encourages clearer thinking).

FuelMix also said that fag should draw a disctinction between being alone and lonely. The former was a choice. The latter was a state of mind.

Fag retorted that FuelMix was too full of himself and went off to piss.

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Revelation Unravel

Scanning the message boards of a fag site, FuelMix noticed a marked increase in the level of personal venom, rambling irrelevancies and hijacking of threads – particularly from postings emanating from World Class City. FuelMix did a quick tour of other international cities on the same site and was impressed to see that such rubbish was virtually non-existent.

Even the boards for the suburbs of said World Class City were venom free. It was like a breath of fresh air. Fags posted looking for a hookup or requesting information. They got a response or a helpful hint. Clean. Simple. No Mess. No Fuss.

FuelMix assumes that was the whole point of a Message Board.

So why the poison on World Class City’s boards? FuelMix suspects it's a combination of an utter lack of discipline, a desperate need for validation, emotional pain, disillusionment at the low online hookup rate and a general dissatisfaction with the website. The effect is to construct a context within which the world is viewed with vicious reaction.

Think about that: "viewed with vicious reaction". The postings on the message board of World Class City are not responses. They are reactions. Primal, basic reactions stemming from an internal framework devoid of emotional intelligence.

And then they wonder why they can’t hook up. If a fag goes psychotic in cyber, it’s probably the most authentic revelation of their profile. To hell with their body type or dick size.

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