i hate trying new things. and this stems from the fact that most of the time, there's always an adjustment phase, a brave facade and plenty of boo-hoo going on in the background. it's sickening enough to have to go through it once, but imagine trying new things all the time and getting put through the roller-coaster ride over and over again? so it was with some apprehension and optimism, that i attempted writing at Fridae. in case you haven't read the post yet, i wrote about the topic of gay men and their undergarments in my same rambling prose that i use in this blog.

the barrage of comments came back thick and furious, somewhat like those arrows raining down on the Spartan men in 300. except that i went to war without my shield composed entirely of thick-skin and ego. most of the feedback were rather critical. at least some were constructive. while others were from the scorned, lying in wait for the first sign of an Achilles heel to appear.

obviously i felt like crap. in fact, i spent most of today wallowing in misery. most people pig out on food when they feel like shit. others smoke an entire pack of cigarettes. and there are those few gym rats who lift iron till their at risk of an aneurysm. the over-achiever in me decided to do all of the above. i had to admit that i feel so much better now.

and on a side note, god is obviously one dude with a great sense of humour.

at the gym where i frequent, it's seldom that i get to see gay teenagers working out. most of them are the uncle and aunties of the yesteryears. a few regular gay people here and there. but mostly the heartlanders. today was seemingly outstanding though. there was not just one, but 4 of them cheena-teens in their New Urban Male best. they were the tall, lanky types, verging on the brink of being malnourished. have you seen stick men lifting weights? yeap. today was quite the revelation.

anyways, i was entering the gym toilet to change out of my gym attire when i caught a glimpse of pink amidst the dowdy cubical colors of aquamarine and grey. one of the cheena-teens was wearing hot pink boxer briefs. with tactful glances, i got glimpses of the assortment of colorful underpants that the other three guys had on. all of various striking shades of the rainbow. i a bit lau kiu in the toilet because i couldn't be bothered to dress up today and ended up with my conservative white boxer briefs from Topman that was seriosuly overwashed and very much on the crumpled side.

as much as i wish that these boys got somewhat inspired by my post on Fridae and decided to go the extra mile with the undergarments today, i really didn't think it was true.

but yeah, irony irony.

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