My Trip Out

Gay married man coming out story

What up bitches!?!

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Several readers have written to ask whether I’m still walking the earth. I am indeed. So in some warped Facebook’ish status update here’s the brief on me.

I’m still living in Hong Kong and still sniffing around for a delightful Asian to call my own. Sadly, Scrappy is still with me and apart from consuming 2x the daily water allotment (according to the Hong Kong Water Authority), he spends a fair part of his day ensuring I don’t get to sniff about too much. He’s awfully clean I will say. So yes, I’m still together with Scrappy and he’s gonna be 30 this year at which point I will let him down gently. ūüôā

Our lives are little changed. We mostly don’t do any homo stuff. He allowed me to go have a drink after dinner at a local gay bar (very nice place called Psycho Jacks). Unfortunately, it was like bringing your mother to see a porno film. It just ain’t the same, so we don’t do that anymore (he kept looking at me looking at other people, very unnerving and perhaps that was his game).

My oldest son came to visit and we did a side trip to Bangkok and we all stayed in 1 hotel room. Scrappy and I slept together. My son is pretty cool, he didn’t give a shit and we mostly had a good time. My son is a bit more starched than I am and got all nervous when we toured the sex bar row in Bangkok (who doesn’t want to see a ping pong show?). But perhaps that taking your mother at the porno film analogy applies.

My wife’s father is now officially dying of cancer and we talk regularly, she’s been uber cool about things and I will return home for some business late next month and will stay in the house. I flew her and my youngest son for spring break over. Death appears to be a one time thing, so don’t wanna miss that.

Scrappy delves back to some local homos periodically (what do you expect from a hair stylist) and mostly re-emerging complaining about the flakiness of the group and how bitchy guys can get with each other. Meanwhile, I’m at home watching Season 1 of Homeland (I’m getting into it big time so please don’t get any of it away).

One of my now un-married readers (who I had met up with), writes now and again, he was visiting DC and seems to have gotten into the leather scene. Not sure what that entails. Me? I’m living a¬†vanilla¬†lifestyle. Though I think I’m getting into older guys for some reason. Ha! You always want what you ain’t got.

Is there a morale to this story? My early postings are full of mystery, drama and suspense but you can’t live in that mode forever (unless you’re looking at Grindr every night) so I guess I’ve moved on to some peaceful plateau. I’m not open about my sexuality and that’s my choice. Scrappy, similarly, hasn’t said beep to his parents, but they obviously know he’s not living in Hong Kong because he likes Chinese food. They simply choose to ignore.

I will say that Scrappy and I fight a lot more. We’re an old married couple bickering away. It’s ironic that the very things you find attractive about someone are the same points that¬†irritate¬†you later. But he’s loyal to a fault but still a tad lazy, over thinks nearly everything and clearly is using up too much water.

 

2 Comments

  1. You always have something interesting to say. Thanks for the update!

  2. Good to hear from you. Thank you for making the site avaialble for others.

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