JMeyerThe guys in the countryside (this is further out than Newtown in case you’re wondering) are an interesting group.  There are some slim pickings in behind gum trees and paddocks.  I think on first glance it makes for a more accepting group than us city men who have pecs and abs on tap.

I visited my parents this week and went online to check out the natives.  It was an interesting observation of how different we are in the city, yet slightly similar.  Some of us have to walk down a corridor or side street to the guy’s house, yet some of these country guys were travelling two hours to hook up.

I spoke to a few guys and saw one familiar face, having grown up in the area.  In stark contrast, I can be at home in the city and some nights hardly hear a word online. Sure, the country guys are keen to play, but I was thinking about how they form a relationship in that environment where holding hands and obvious outfits ostracise.  So too, are the ex-boyfriends that clutter up the man-list, as I found out from one guy.

My late teenage years in regional NSW were quite awkward.  I remember hearing that the town look-out was the place that “the fags went” but so too were the guys who wanted to give them black eyes. I think this is where online and apps have made it safer for these guys.

It’s not all checked shirts and Akubras either.  You could trip over any of these guys on Oxford St and think they were local.  The difference is, some of us work out in the gym and some of them lift sheep and dig for muscle.

It’s a gentle reminder coming home that for every headless torso there may be one with personality.  The apps are a tool, it can get you in the door, but something needs to keep you in the room.

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