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>>207151 I've been a member of 4 different gyms and I've only had good experiences. The older generation who've been doing it for a while know what it's like to be new and sometimes will chat with you a bit and offer to spot when you need the help. It's a really good positive environment. They also know that it's not a competition and will pull you through your darkest times. At The Gay Gym I had befriended Bruce, the king of the gays, over a period of time. He knew everyone at the gym and was there every single morning. He, of course, had a perfectly groomed mustache and lived above the campy 50s restaurant across the street. He was fit, helpful, sexual and neat. He was a lisp and handkerchief shy of fitting every gay stereotype.
I was a little like befriending the toughest guy in prison to make sure no one messed with you. Well
I guess it was like prison minus all the unwanted anal sex. Unwanted being the key word.
I very rarely received more attention than I was comfortable with from friendly gym-going men, even in the showers. One time, unbeknownst to me, I had a small but defined bruise on my butt (This type of marking probably gets more attention at this gym than others in town). When I was drying off, the normal silence of the area was broken by an excited, Dare I even ask where you got that bruise?
I now saw the bruise that he was grinning at and I didnt know what to say. I knew there was no story (I didnt even know I had a bruise until it was pointed out) but I thought my explanation might be a way to subtly identify my heterosexuality and avoid much follow-up discussion on my bruised behind. My mind raced with a butt bruise story that might work
I fell off a horse at the rodeo, I received a particularly hard spanking, I bumped it on a table during an Academy Awards party, Bruce bit me
every story that came to mind seemed to make me sound more gay than simply a guy with an inexplicable bruise on his butt.
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