Problems of a Gay Cripple Socialite: A Trip to the Movies

Those who follow my regular blog The Turtle Walks will know that I'm out of the hospital from yet another surgery. I continue to battle infections in my back which complicate my life to no end but for now I'm free. I did end up with a few added pieces of equipment from my stay: I have four drains coming out my back, near my tailbone. They're nothing but plastic tubes and small rubber balls but they do get in the way. The only way I can manage is to hang them from my jeans, leaving me with four plastic balls surrounding my hips. As my nurse joked one day, "Never let anyone tell you you don't have balls!"

You have two? Bitch, please! Now I've got 6.

I'm slowly recovering from surgery and one of the things I most wanted to do was go see the new Avengers movie. I've been looking forward to it since before I got stuck in the hospital and it was one of my first outings since. I got dressed up in my best digs, hid the extra four balls as best I could, and tried my best to gay myself up without the necessary 1-2 hour prep time (for full blast gay a nice 2+ hour window is always recommended).

The movie was amazing! I'm a huge action fan and this movie did not disappoint. I was hopeful for a little extra homoeroticism. There were fewer people men in tight suits then I usually enjoy in a superhero movie but Chris Evans ass always looks so amazing in those tight pants of his I figured I'd take what I could get.

There's always hope for the sequel, right?

Going into the theater I ran into one of the problems I've noticed repeatedly since my injury. The usher taking the tickets (and later helping me with the elevator down to the theater) was setting off my gaydar very strongly. A fauxhawk and tight pants are not always a dead giveaway but they are usually a strong possibility. If this weren't enough, his eyes stayed on me the entire time. Now here is the dilemma: is he just staring at the cripple, cruising, or a combination of the two? 

Faux-hawk. Tight Jeans. There's also a good possibility that the boy who's staring at you is straight but isn't it worth the risk?

Walking as slow and funny as I do I've attracted a few stares in my time. I used to rock the wheelchair, which attracted even more, so the staring doesn't bug me. It's not knowing a potential guy's intentions that's frustrating. I'm fresh out of the hospital so nothing was ever going to happen; it still would have been nice to know. Instead I'm left with the vaguely curious stare of the twenty-something twink. Who knows, maybe he just wanted a man with real balls.