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I'm sitting in Starbucks in West Hollywood right in the center of things, opposite the gay gym, and, as usual, and, also as usual, I'm fairly freezing to death in my t-shirt. They always have the air-conditioning on too high, whether by design or not I don't know. This was going to be a fluffy blog entry explaining why I come here to freeze every day rather than either a) wear a sweater, or b) go to the nice, new, warmer Java Connection cafe a few blocks away. But needless to say my internal analytic engine instantly revved up and said "Whoa, wait a minute, there's more to it than that.
Well one obvious reason I prefer this Starbucks to the other place is that there are many more pretty boys here, and I get pleasure from that, even if it's only momentarily while I work. The sort of people who go to the other cafe tend to be the anti-Starbucks brigade, and for some reason they tend to mostly have what you might euphemistically call an "alternative" look.
I also like to be noticed. I like looking good, and enjoy it when I see somebody looking at me, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. This is why I said that originally I thought this would be a light and fluffy blog entry. It does admittedly sound shallow to prefer Starbucks over the warmer cafe because I like being looked at, and like to look at pretty boys. I do have a couple of outfits I can wear which keep me warm while being sexy, but I can't wear those all the time, so other days I cope with feeling cold for a few hours.
But it's no different than the straight world. Or, at least, like it used to be. I never go out in public without paying care to my appearance. I will never dress in a dowdy way; I always try to look sexy. And that's exactly how women dressed throughout most of the last two centuries until the last couple of decade, when they, at least in this country, started to take less care.
And I honestly don't see any harm in it. I'll leave others to form their own opinion. Please feel free to comment. I can't expect you not to think I'm either full of myself or narcissistic or insecure, or even all three, because you could really only know me by meeting me in person. I do admit I like getting attention for my looks and body, but I maintain that it's not an obsession, or doing me or anybody else any harm: it's simply one of life's pleasures. Like blogging.
P.s. one hour later and that's it - it's too cold for me. Going to Java Connection.
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