There’s no need to panic. I’m still as gay as I ever was or will be. Unfortunately, my local bar no longer is. I know, while everyone’s counting down to Christmas, I’m boring you with stories about a gay bar in a town you will never visit.
[my picture: KBC-Bank tower, Antwerp, Belgium, phone cam-shot while shopping for groceries tonight, December 19, 2006]
Anyway, follwing the “increasing integration of gay men into mainstream society and a correspondingly decreased taboo” (..) my cozy local gay bar has embraced the more affluent metrosexual market (”a heterosexual, with homosexual tendencies”).
Imagine being surrounded by David Beckham clones while having a drink, or even worse, the overdressed, blatantly narcissistic and Dirk Bikkemberg obsessed Antwerp metrosexual incrowd.
From Mark Simpson’s “Meet the Metrosexual”: (quote):
“Well, perhaps it takes one to know one, but to determine a metrosexual, all you have to do is look at them. In fact, if you’re looking at them, they’re almost certainly metrosexual. The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis — because that’s where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference. Particular professions, such as modeling, waiting tables, media, pop music and, nowadays, sport, seem to attract them but, truth be told, like male vanity products and herpes, they’re pretty much everywhere.”
Don’t count me in,
I’m definitely not an international-standard narcissist, nor do I like their company 
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