Gay clone wonders if he’s part of an ant colony
Michael, Looking at some photos from my weekends at the beach this summer, it struck me that me and my friends (gay men in our 30s-40s) all pretty much look alike.
Practically the same haircut, gym body, swimwear, smile. I almost couldn’t tell who was who. This got me thinking. I live in the same apartment building as a lot of my friends.
We all have similar furniture and watch the same shows and eat at the same restaurants and go to the same clubs and dance to the same music and drink the same drinks and vacation in the same places and work out at the same gym and belong to the same sports leagues and go to the same concerts and have the same routines.
I’m not even sure who makes the decisions about what to do. Something is popular, or becomes popular, and it seems like fun and we’re all doing it.
