Athan told me about an indecent proposal he recently got from a you-would-not-suspect-that-he-is-gay mountainer whom we only met once. The correspondence started with an unsuspecting friendster message the closet chunky sent Athan, telling the boy about nonsense stuff and eventually, he ended up asking for Athan's number.

Nothing's wrong with that. But soon after, text messages poured-in, most of which I was able to read. Some of the text messages were funny but most were WUD (what are u doing?) and all those shit.

The sexually-undertoned messages started with a simple "Dude, I just masturbated." And then one afternoon, Athan forwarded me the "I want to do it with you...you know, a one-night-stand."

A what? A one-night stand? What the hell was he thinking of Athan? Loose? Fuck him and sure, I can hear him, while he is frothing in the mouth, say thank you...but yeah, fuck him!

Until now I can not believe that he is gay. I mean, as I have said, I was not expecting that he is gay. Or the gaydar needs new set of batteries. It's kind of difficult. For how can one person actually live his life inside a closet for years? I mean, I know its dark in there and too sealed-off it can suffocate one person to death. I should know. I was once there.

Of course, I am kidding. I can understand why. The suffocating effect of the dark closet is pushing him for the outing. He could have realized that the out world is a perfectly fabulous world. I should know. I am out here.

But his only problem is that, perhaps, he thinks that he is beautiful enough to compete with a formely-closeted-but-comfortably-out-now banana. Another problem is that his supressed libido is all over him and is crawling under Athan's skin.


Well, poor guy. He could be singing his heart out with this: