
I live in the Straight World now, where EVERYBODY over age 25 has a house.
It's a sign of maturity and stability, of adulthood. When you tell them you have an apartment, they act as if you've said you still use diapers. At age 50, you're a little baby? Grow up!
And, as it turns out, the mortgage for a 4 bedroom house is about the same as the rent on a 2 bedroom apartment. With a little leftover to hire a high school kid to mow the lawn.shirtless.
I was a little worried that with the homophobic turn the country has taken, I'd be a refugee soon, so it wouldn't be worthwhile to buy a house. But with constant pressure coming from all sides, I had little choice. I bit the bullet and bought a 106 year old Victorian, probably haunted, only a few blocks from the gay-friendly coffee house.
Four bedrooms, two baths, front and back porch, balcony, three rooms in the basement (a perfect maze and dungeon for sex parties). I'm turning one of the bedrooms into an office and renting out the other two. Hopefully we will all become close friends, like in gay neighborhoods, and have breakfast together every morning, and hang out together.
So far I've only rented one bedroom, to Stefan, a new university graduate who works out at the YMCA and sells phones from a booth at the mall.: tall, curly hair, smooth chest, nice abs.
Bob, the 19 year old economics major I've been dating since June, will probably move into the second bedroom, unless he moves into mine.
I've only been here two months, and most of that time was traveling, but one thing I learned last Friday about living in a house:
It vastly increases your hookup success rate.
The full story, with nude photos and sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.