This is what kills me.
I have gotten over my self consciousness when getting changed at the gym.
At school I used to dread it.
I hated sports, I hated the getting changed.
Sometimes being the fat guy sucks.
Nobody ever teased me and my dread was to a big degree self imposed but I hated it all the same.
It didn't help having a games Master who whoud throw you in a pool of mud out on the Rugby pitch if he thought you were too clean.
But now, when I get changed at the gym on my way to have a swim, I don't mind it.
Because nobody is looking at me.
They are too busy looking at themselves in the mirrors as they dress and undress.
They spend what seems like an age looking at their own bodies as they dress.
And what kills me.
Is that some of these guys will be queerbashers or generally be prejudiced against the gay community and yet they spend all their time admiring their own physic's, their own maleness.
If that's not homoerotic, I don't know what is.
And there's me, the true fag getting changed quietly in the corner.
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27/02/08 @ 06:02