While grabbing dinner last night, one of my friends said something that has been weighing on me. He asked me what body type does he fit into. This of course lead to the whole gay body type spectrum conversation and where we think various people we know fit in. In the end, I don’t think we really determined what body type bin we should put him in.
But when I woke up this morning I realized that this is obsession over body types is often unhealthy. Maybe this goes back to the fact that I am not hyper-sexual in this previous post. Sexual attraction is a complex subject and discrimination is often part of it. But what happens if you don’t neatly fall into one of the discrete choices?
We have somehow made the act of finding someone to fuck (or be fucked by) a SQL statement. Login to Grindr/Scruff/Recon (or any app for that matter), see who is near by filtered by the small set of ‘interests’ and body types. Voilà you have found today’s fling which you will probably never see again. But what happens if you the people whom which you are compatible with for a regular fuck buddy or even as a partner(s) for doesn’t self identify this way?
*Sips coffee* I think I will leave this here for the moment. I keep on having many diverging thoughts to the matter.