Its not gay or straight that I just don’t care about a lot of things. Ask me about Name brands, I could care less outside of a few items (like Knives, Guns, vacuum cleaners, and Cars). I have no idea who makes messenger bags, and I think they’re kinda lame anyway, a backpack is much more comfortable to lug around. The Back Pack I use in my day-to-day is made by LL Bean. Why Bean? Because Dad works there during the holiday season and bought it for me for dirt cheap. I have a lot of LL Bean stuff because of that. I also had a lot of Nike Sneakers because until recently my Uncle worked for them.
I cut my own hair. Why? Because I have zero desire for any odd styling. I buy a $30 trimmer, I buzz my hair down to 8mm, my beard to half-an-inch (sometimes longer, sometimes shorter depending on the weather and my mood) and I do this once a month. When the trimmer dies, I toss it and buy a new one. The last time I got my hair cut by somebody accepting cash was for my wedding, might be the last time I do that before I’m at the convalescence home.
When I first moved in with my soon-to-be wife she did a load of laundry and tossed out all my socks and underwear that had holes in them. Realizing she may have crossed a line she approached me cautiously.
Her: “When I was doing laundry I decided to throw away your socks and underwear that had holes, I hope you didn’t mind”
Her: “Well it was like 5 pairs of each so you might want to get more.”
Me: “Oh yeah, good idea”
Me: “Where does one GET socks and underwear?”
I wasn’t being coy, I honestly had no idea. I have since learned, socks, underwear, and 90% of my clothes come from two locations: Christmas, and Birthdays!
Yep, Mom and Dad, and the Wife will usually secure me some socks and underwear as well as sundry clothes that they know I like (seriously I’m not hard to shop for) and that has me covered for another year. Usually more as I end up having to send off older stuff, or stuff I don’t like as much to charities.
I’m sure there are gay guys who give as little a shit about such things as I do. Hell I knew a gay guy who didn’t know how to cook…not hamburgers, not Mac N Cheese. I cook most meals on the weeknight at Casa De Weer’d, So on that metric I’m WAYYY gayer than him….or something.