Somewhere over the rainbow, past the bog of eternal stench, situated just past the second star to the right and straight on till the hangover ends lives the most rare sub species of the gay community: the gay gamer. In recent times, we’ve come to be known as simply “Gaymers”.
We are the outcasts’ outcasts’ OUTCASTS!!! And before you ask, why yes, the extra exclamation points are beyond necessary. They really drive the point home I think. It’s always the toughest box to climb out of because every last person I run into has about a hundred and one, pre-conceived notions about who I am, where I come from, and how is it with as much time I spend sitting in a chair and gaming my life away, do I manage to make sure my tummy doesn’t stick past my belt. Simple really. I mix a healthy and moderate dose of gaming with exercise, a high protein-low carb diet, and every conceivable fat burning pill the FDA has yet to catch…. wait… where’d I go?
At any rate, I’ve spent most of my life silently hiding the “less appealing” parts of my gaymer personality in lieu of more acceptable personality traits. Because let’s face it: I was trying to get some. At some point, I had decided to be unapologetically me and let the world bask in my ambiance. I hear my ambiance is nice to be around; or so the voices in my head keep telling me. I had no real idea why I decided to effectively “come out” again other than the mere fact that I have entirely too much free time on my hands and about a million and one thoughts spilling out of my brain. It’s gotta go somewhere. Since the information superhighway has more off-ramps than you can shake a disco stick at, it’s going there. And by there, I mean, my blog.
I feel kind of bad that I’ve neglected this for nearly 2 months. I’ve just been busy. Better yet, I’m going to use Eddie Izzard‘s excuse circa Dressed to Kill era: “I was dead at the time! I was on the moon! With Steve!”….No? Not feeling that? OK, maybe that wasn’t very funny to you but trust me when I say you HAD to be there.
So long story short (too late), I’m jumping back on my gaymer horse. Hopefully I’ll have more stuff to talk about that manages to promote some semblance of intelligent discourse on the serious business of Video Games. I also love foodie stuff, but I tend to save that for my Instagram account it seems…
… damnit, I just looked at my pictures and am furiously craving chicken wings. I must be off. My appetite needs me!