I like hookups, but they're a lot of work. You have to find the guy, interview him, deal with stupid or annoying questions, clean your apartment, take safety precautions, do 100 push-ups so you're buffed when he knocks on the door. Then you have to be on top of your game for an hour of socializing and sex.
But beefcake watching -- looking at cute guys with no intention of approaching them -- is simple. No preparation or strategizing necessary. Didn't shower this morning? Feeling cranky or depressed? Got a runny nose and a sore throat? Not a problem. Just go where the cute guys are, and gawk away.
On the Plains, the beefcake is plentiful, and the heterosexuals, assuming that no gay men exist outside of New York and San Francisco, don't get insulted when another guy looks at them. You still have to be careful: face-crotch-face, no eye contact unless you know them -- but it's not a major crisis if they notice you looking.
Today is my long day -- on campus from 9:00 am to 8:00 pm, teaching four classes including one three-hour night class, breaks only for my office hours and the gym. It's a heavy schedule. But fortunately, it provides for ample beefcake-watching.
A big class, 98 students in a giant lecture hall. Not a lot of muscle: mostly first years, fresh-faced twinks. My favorite is Ryan (not his real name): medium height, slim, glasses, unruly black hair, shy, scared. He needs nurturing.
He's absent today.
Enough time for the campus gym and a little course prep.
I look forward to running around the indoor track, where the basketball players divide into shirts vs. skins: endless tight bare torsos!
Today there are about six basketball games going on down there. They're all fully clothed!
This is getting serious.
The full story, with nude photos and explicit sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.