This can't come as surprise to anyone...
--Straight Guy
Duck for Cover! It's a Gay Guy Drive-By!
Great responses, Gay Guy,
Of course everyone who connects to the blog is an excellent driver. Uh-huh. Sure. Great job.
I'm a straight, aggressive driver who is at least honest enough to admit that I'm not above average.
I cringe at the idea that straight guys are predisposed to road rage, though. It happens to me from time to time, sure. But I've also seen GG criticize pedestrian outfits and hairstyles on the fly, too. And not without a disdain that can border on rage, I might add.
But look, everyone seems to think that road rage is a problem in and of itself. But isn't it more like the terrorist threat, where we've come to learn that's its perhaps more important to learn why they hate us than it is to fight the after effects of their hatred? Could straight guys, who are now proven to know where they are headed better than most, be more easily frustrated by every obstruction in their way? Happens to me all the time. I may drive aggressively sometimes, but if I do, it's because I'm seeing directional miscues, wasted capacity, or lots of safe-but-selfish-driving.
At any rate, time for a new topic, Gay Guy.
--Straight Guy
Of course everyone who connects to the blog is an excellent driver. Uh-huh. Sure. Great job.
I'm a straight, aggressive driver who is at least honest enough to admit that I'm not above average.
I cringe at the idea that straight guys are predisposed to road rage, though. It happens to me from time to time, sure. But I've also seen GG criticize pedestrian outfits and hairstyles on the fly, too. And not without a disdain that can border on rage, I might add.
But look, everyone seems to think that road rage is a problem in and of itself. But isn't it more like the terrorist threat, where we've come to learn that's its perhaps more important to learn why they hate us than it is to fight the after effects of their hatred? Could straight guys, who are now proven to know where they are headed better than most, be more easily frustrated by every obstruction in their way? Happens to me all the time. I may drive aggressively sometimes, but if I do, it's because I'm seeing directional miscues, wasted capacity, or lots of safe-but-selfish-driving.
At any rate, time for a new topic, Gay Guy.
--Straight Guy
More Good Drivers Accounted For
Straight Guy,
En garde!
Are straight men genetically predisposed to be better drivers than gay men, as a recent British study suggests? Another gay friend weighs in:
"What a bunch of crap. I can drive circles around any straight guy. I'm a great driver.
I had no idea driving was so competetive. I think my testosterone is a quart low.
--Gay Guy
En garde!
Are straight men genetically predisposed to be better drivers than gay men, as a recent British study suggests? Another gay friend weighs in:
"What a bunch of crap. I can drive circles around any straight guy. I'm a great driver.
I had no idea driving was so competetive. I think my testosterone is a quart low.
--Gay Guy
Good Driving Abounds
I polled a few friends. Male, female, gay, straight. It's all the same. Here they are:
1) “I am an EXCELLENT driver. You have driven with me many times. I do not drive with white knuckles, nor do my passengers; I can parallel park on a dime; I can use the speed of my car to maximum capacity."
2) “I quote Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man -- I am an excellent driver.”
3) “Seriously, I am an excellent driver! Much better than my husband. He's a much better map-and-directions-reader than I am, but I'm much better at actual driving: changing lanes, noticing objects around me, remembering where I am in relation to where I was. So I'd say we split the spatial-relations/navigation abilities. That said, whenever we go on long trips he insists on driving. This means I'm navigating...which means we're each doing the thing we're less good at.”
1) “I am an EXCELLENT driver. You have driven with me many times. I do not drive with white knuckles, nor do my passengers; I can parallel park on a dime; I can use the speed of my car to maximum capacity."
2) “I quote Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man -- I am an excellent driver.”
3) “Seriously, I am an excellent driver! Much better than my husband. He's a much better map-and-directions-reader than I am, but I'm much better at actual driving: changing lanes, noticing objects around me, remembering where I am in relation to where I was. So I'd say we split the spatial-relations/navigation abilities. That said, whenever we go on long trips he insists on driving. This means I'm navigating...which means we're each doing the thing we're less good at.”
Gay Guy's Study Proves that Good Driving Skills Bridge Genetic and Cultural Divide
Straight Guy,
Interesting research, but I can’t tell you how hard it is to get serious when anything having to do with gay men is in the same sentence as both ‘Queen’ and ‘Mary.’ I’m sure there was a London Telegraph copy editor chuckling as that issue went live. (If you don’t know why this is funny, e-mail me for a tutorial.)
I polled some friends to see what they thought of the study. The results: All my friends are good drivers. Excellent drivers, in fact. They had no reaction at all to the study’s conclusions about women, gay men, and the brain’s spatial wiring. They just really want me to know that they are good drivers.
While theoretically this should make me feel safer, even my poor math skills tell me that most of us are average drivers. It’s just math, right? Most of us are going to be in the middle of the curve. Why are none of my friend able to come out to me about their average skills behind the wheel? After all, these are all friends who have shared with me the darkest moments of their lives: marital strife, self doubt, spiritual crisis, the prom. I guess all things in life go down easier if you’ re good at parallel parking.
I, too, am a good driver. I have irrefutable evidence: Last week my dad let me drive his brand- new car.
--Gay Guy
Interesting research, but I can’t tell you how hard it is to get serious when anything having to do with gay men is in the same sentence as both ‘Queen’ and ‘Mary.’ I’m sure there was a London Telegraph copy editor chuckling as that issue went live. (If you don’t know why this is funny, e-mail me for a tutorial.)
I polled some friends to see what they thought of the study. The results: All my friends are good drivers. Excellent drivers, in fact. They had no reaction at all to the study’s conclusions about women, gay men, and the brain’s spatial wiring. They just really want me to know that they are good drivers.
While theoretically this should make me feel safer, even my poor math skills tell me that most of us are average drivers. It’s just math, right? Most of us are going to be in the middle of the curve. Why are none of my friend able to come out to me about their average skills behind the wheel? After all, these are all friends who have shared with me the darkest moments of their lives: marital strife, self doubt, spiritual crisis, the prom. I guess all things in life go down easier if you’ re good at parallel parking.
I, too, am a good driver. I have irrefutable evidence: Last week my dad let me drive his brand- new car.
--Gay Guy
Can Gays Drive Straight?
New research just came in yesterday. Bad news for you, Gay Guy.
Full story from the London Telegraph, here.
Does this mean I can get a better insurance rate?
What do you think? Let us know.
--Straight Guy
Women and gay men are likely to be the worst drivers, a new study has shown.
Research has revealed that both perform poorly in tasks involving navigation and spatial awareness when compared to heterosexual men.
Psychologists at Queen Mary, University of London, who conducted the study, believe the findings mean driving in a strange environment would be more difficult for gay men and women than for straight male motorists.
Full story from the London Telegraph, here.
Does this mean I can get a better insurance rate?
What do you think? Let us know.
--Straight Guy
Doonesbury Gay/Straight Storyline
Trudeau has B.D. (straight) visiting Mark (gay) for a few days, and it's got both of them out of their comfort zones. Not sure how long the story line will run, but seems to begin here.
--Straight Guy
--Straight Guy
gayguystraightguy.com, Learn to Love It
Hello Everyone,
Thanks to all of you who have been helping us test our blog. We're now in possession of the domain www.gayguystraightguy.com, so we're even easier to find. If your friends happen to be gay or straight, please let them know. We'd like the site to be much more interactive, and we'll keep adding features to get you involved.
If you're new to this blog or blogs in general (Hi, Gay Mom and Straight Mom!), please start at the bottom (Nov 07) and work your way up to the top. Blogs work backwards that way. But if you check once a day or every few days, the newest stuff will always be at the top.
We have big plans for the upcoming year. We hope you'll stick around. And, hey, if you have any questions or suggestions, please let us know. You can e-mail anytime: gayguystraightguy@gmail.com. Or, leave an anonymous comment to any post, we like a little mystery sometimes.
So far, we've found that we agree on a surprising lot, actually. Some of our readers were hoping that this would be more of a debate, hotly contested from both extremes. Expecting perhaps Sean Connery debating Elton John on whether to serve venison tartar or tea and cakes.
That's not us. Gay Guy can't sing and I've never met Ursula Andress.
Thanks again,
--Straight Guy
UPDATE: The straight/gay stereotypes rarely hold up... I was quickly notified that Elton John was once in a straight marriage (yikes!) and Sean Connery once did this (triple man-boot yikes!)...
Thanks to all of you who have been helping us test our blog. We're now in possession of the domain www.gayguystraightguy.com, so we're even easier to find. If your friends happen to be gay or straight, please let them know. We'd like the site to be much more interactive, and we'll keep adding features to get you involved.
If you're new to this blog or blogs in general (Hi, Gay Mom and Straight Mom!), please start at the bottom (Nov 07) and work your way up to the top. Blogs work backwards that way. But if you check once a day or every few days, the newest stuff will always be at the top.
We have big plans for the upcoming year. We hope you'll stick around. And, hey, if you have any questions or suggestions, please let us know. You can e-mail anytime: gayguystraightguy@gmail.com. Or, leave an anonymous comment to any post, we like a little mystery sometimes.
So far, we've found that we agree on a surprising lot, actually. Some of our readers were hoping that this would be more of a debate, hotly contested from both extremes. Expecting perhaps Sean Connery debating Elton John on whether to serve venison tartar or tea and cakes.
That's not us. Gay Guy can't sing and I've never met Ursula Andress.
Thanks again,
--Straight Guy
UPDATE: The straight/gay stereotypes rarely hold up... I was quickly notified that Elton John was once in a straight marriage (yikes!) and Sean Connery once did this (triple man-boot yikes!)...
2007 Gay/Straight Story of the Year: Larry Craig -- Tapping Into the Inner Truth
Straight Guy,
You straights can keep Larry Craig, cover boy for our Gay/Straight Story of the Year. He's one of yours. As he's so happy to remind us all.
I know that the thrill of being caught in a sexual act is a turn on for folks, both gay and straight, male and female. And, if you're a closeted man, a public restroom might seem like a logical place to try to get your groove thing on. But I just can't connect the dots. Every sexual act or fantasy I've ever had has involved getting more comfortable, not less. I can't imagine myself spreading out, any part of me not fully clothed, on a tile floor that, if I was lucky, had fairly recently had a dirty mop dripping with filthy water slopped over it. Am I supposed to fluff up an industrial-size pack of toilet paper rolls from the custodian's closet to make a pillow?
The part of my imagination that gets stirred up by the sexual possibilities of the men's room are completely practical in nature. How old are those telephone numbers? Are they even from this decade? If I call one, will I further anger some angry woman in a terrycloth robe and curlers? If I connect with the voice on the other end of the phone, I am walking into a bashing or public humiliation? How can anyone write so small and so neatly to leave a legible telephone number in grouting? And, what the hell kind of tools does someone use to make a 3-inch-diameter hole in a granite slab between two stalls? Didn't anyone in the library think the noise was kind of suspicious?
Mostly, I can't figure out why someone with as many frequent flier miles as Craig surely must have had to use the public men's room at the airport. Isn't there some kind of nice little club with a bar, those cute little round soaps, and real hand towels?
Truth be told, I've felt a bit sorry for old Larry and his (apologies to Tony Orlando and Dawn) knock-three-times-on-the-stall-wall-if-you-want-me internal havoc. He really a victim of over-zealous prosecution, right? I mean he didn't touch anyone. He didn't show any of his parts -- save finger tips. And, he found out just how nasty his fellow Republicans can be. Stripped of his committee, slammed with ethics charges.
But just when I am tempted to have some compassion for Craig and his family, I make myself remember his voting record, his wide stance of humanity: "Yes" to a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage, "No" to expanding hate crimes to include sexual orientation, "No" to protecting job discrimination by sexual orientation. He built the gap that he fell in to. He built the stall wall.
Mr. Craig, tear down this wall! And, but as Tony Orlando and Dawn sang: Only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart ... Knock three times!!
--Gay Guy
You straights can keep Larry Craig, cover boy for our Gay/Straight Story of the Year. He's one of yours. As he's so happy to remind us all.
I know that the thrill of being caught in a sexual act is a turn on for folks, both gay and straight, male and female. And, if you're a closeted man, a public restroom might seem like a logical place to try to get your groove thing on. But I just can't connect the dots. Every sexual act or fantasy I've ever had has involved getting more comfortable, not less. I can't imagine myself spreading out, any part of me not fully clothed, on a tile floor that, if I was lucky, had fairly recently had a dirty mop dripping with filthy water slopped over it. Am I supposed to fluff up an industrial-size pack of toilet paper rolls from the custodian's closet to make a pillow?
The part of my imagination that gets stirred up by the sexual possibilities of the men's room are completely practical in nature. How old are those telephone numbers? Are they even from this decade? If I call one, will I further anger some angry woman in a terrycloth robe and curlers? If I connect with the voice on the other end of the phone, I am walking into a bashing or public humiliation? How can anyone write so small and so neatly to leave a legible telephone number in grouting? And, what the hell kind of tools does someone use to make a 3-inch-diameter hole in a granite slab between two stalls? Didn't anyone in the library think the noise was kind of suspicious?
Mostly, I can't figure out why someone with as many frequent flier miles as Craig surely must have had to use the public men's room at the airport. Isn't there some kind of nice little club with a bar, those cute little round soaps, and real hand towels?
Truth be told, I've felt a bit sorry for old Larry and his (apologies to Tony Orlando and Dawn) knock-three-times-on-the-stall-wall-if-you-want-me internal havoc. He really a victim of over-zealous prosecution, right? I mean he didn't touch anyone. He didn't show any of his parts -- save finger tips. And, he found out just how nasty his fellow Republicans can be. Stripped of his committee, slammed with ethics charges.
But just when I am tempted to have some compassion for Craig and his family, I make myself remember his voting record, his wide stance of humanity: "Yes" to a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage, "No" to expanding hate crimes to include sexual orientation, "No" to protecting job discrimination by sexual orientation. He built the gap that he fell in to. He built the stall wall.
Mr. Craig, tear down this wall! And, but as Tony Orlando and Dawn sang: Only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart ... Knock three times!!
--Gay Guy
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