Oof! That hurt!

Not the rather long, rather broad and rather inflexible ornament a chatter would have liked me to poke up my backside for his pleasure and enjoyment. That, of course, is another story.

Being bi, I occasionally frequent the both-sex "adult" area. It's usually a complete waste of time, with a proportion of around 4 girls to every hundred panting desperate men. I'm sure I can give the competition a good run for their money sex-wise, but the girls seem mostly to be into the hairy muscular Neanderthal hulk type, and I'm fairly slim and slight.

They used to call me skinny at school, but I've filled out a bit since, thanks mostly to beer, I suspect. I can fit into my 31in waist Polo Ralph Lauren's very comfortably, but that's a worrying increase over when I was 16 and my jeans were 28 inches round the waist and so was I. Tight, I admit, but I do not want to procreate children, so who cares if it reduced the sperm count?

Anyway, I popped into the Adult Chatroom, a very cliquey affair, seemingly always full of the same handful of prats, all talking some kind of private language. Mostly in American (which might account for why I don't understand it) and pretty often childish enough to be almost needing nappies. "Diapers", if you prefer, and not in the style of the kinky guy in Jerry Springer-The Opera, either.

To make everything clear, you have to understand the pic of me on display then showed my naked, slim, smooth, upper torso and long slim elegant legs. (Look, no-one else pays me these compliments, especially in the normal way of intercourse on an Adult Videochat site, so I might as well do it myself.) And the pic pops up as soon as you "enter".

First thing that appeared: "XXXXX (I'm not telling you my alias!) is an Aids poster boy!" For a second, I took that as a fat man's jealousy, and I quite liked the "boy" bit, and then the implications started dawning on me. I have a very nasty feeling it was a pretty snide reference to being openly gay/bi and therefore promiscuous. and so on. I thought that kind of thoughtless prejudice and misconception had vanished years ago.

Now where did the guy who produced this jibe come from? Along with most of the others? Need you think about it? Where else but a southern state of the good old USA. Don't they drag gays behind cars there until the poor bastards are torn to shreds?

I'm a Londoner, I've got gay friends who live in much smaller towns as couples, and if I or they meet anyone who thinks like that, they have the sense to be respectful, polite and courteous enough to keep it to themselves. Those shits were none of those things. Assuming a rather large proportion of the "str8's" there might just be the same, I'll stick with the gay boys, thank you very much.

Yes, I was hurt. Almost as much as if it had been a bit of physical gay-bashing. But at least not as much as being beaten up and towed behind a pickup. "Assholes!' I'd say to them. Except they'd probably use that as the occasion for another cheap sneer.

Coming up . . (oh, dear, these inevitable puns!): embarrassing confusion of "nudist", "naturist" and "nude" and "naked"; men who claim to be gay and JO at you in the dark in the early hours of the morning; the "twenty-somethings" who even on distant inspection are exaggerating their youth by at least a quarter of a century; how to frighten someone off with a milk carton; the art of premature erection, oh, and reasons to dye your hair blond before you enter a Gay Chat Room.