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--- Miles struggles with his own identity. His preferences in a partner can't be found in traditional bars, but he doesn't feel like he quite -belongs- in the bars he's supposed to fit into. He feels far too old, not expressive or flamboyant enough, and missing an understanding of what he wants in life to get anyone that he feels truly comfortable with. Anyone who approaches him are met with cold shoulders and a complete lack of interest.
The usuals that come to the bar dubbed him 'Moody Miles', the hardest man to ever get with. No one's managed to land a date with him so far, no matter how many drinks they offer him. And yet, he continues to go to the same spot every night after instructing his classes, drinking himself away until he does it all over again tomorrow. It's pathetic, and he knows he's pathetic. ---
Miles is an OC I've woefully ignored for awhile.
I created his specific personality based on some of my own feelings on my sexuality, and the frustrations that had come growing up in queer spaces while not feeling quite 'queer' enough, especially as a bisexual man. While I have had plenty of relationships, there is a certain aspect to gay culture where I just simply don't feel like I completely fit into a place where I am supposed to belong.
Not that this is a dig at those who embrace queer culture, flamboyancy, and pride, far from! However, it's just not me. It's just not something I 'do', and yet I continue to expose myself to this culture by going to furry conventions, meets, engaging on the internet with queer culture. The irony is just simply not lost on me.
--- But despite how much of a sad sack of shit Miles is, he's a total bottom. Hopefully someone knows how to come along and show him a good time in a way that can make him come out of his shell! Sometimes it just takes the right person with the right chemistry.
The usuals that come to the bar dubbed him 'Moody Miles', the hardest man to ever get with. No one's managed to land a date with him so far, no matter how many drinks they offer him. And yet, he continues to go to the same spot every night after instructing his classes, drinking himself away until he does it all over again tomorrow. It's pathetic, and he knows he's pathetic. ---
Miles is an OC I've woefully ignored for awhile.
I created his specific personality based on some of my own feelings on my sexuality, and the frustrations that had come growing up in queer spaces while not feeling quite 'queer' enough, especially as a bisexual man. While I have had plenty of relationships, there is a certain aspect to gay culture where I just simply don't feel like I completely fit into a place where I am supposed to belong.
Not that this is a dig at those who embrace queer culture, flamboyancy, and pride, far from! However, it's just not me. It's just not something I 'do', and yet I continue to expose myself to this culture by going to furry conventions, meets, engaging on the internet with queer culture. The irony is just simply not lost on me.
--- But despite how much of a sad sack of shit Miles is, he's a total bottom. Hopefully someone knows how to come along and show him a good time in a way that can make him come out of his shell! Sometimes it just takes the right person with the right chemistry.
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So the straight people in my life already put me into a box where that was my identity just from my own sexuality.
Then I start hanging out with other queerfolks, and that exact sort of generalization that my straight family talks about is admittedly quite true. I have many friends who are femme presenting gay fashionatoes in the way my parents envision of gay people, and that's totally fine! That's who they are. But as a straight-presenting bisexual dating a straight-presenting gay man, there is a sort of odd 'stigma' that comes from not really openly showing pride. Straight people expect something from you in the same way the the queer community as a whole tend to expect it from you.
It gets even more alienating when the very people you're supposed to be allied with tell you that you're not enough, a conversation I've absolutely had in my younger years.
The good news is that I've long since gotten over this struggle, but that's the beauty of art. It's the ability to take your experiences, and put them into something that can contextualize, or even somewhat hyperbolize an internal experience in my own head. Maybe someone else that has had this experience will see something like this, and feel a sense of relief that they aren't alone. Who knows?