 I like to refer to my Sunday morning brunch buddies as “The
Focus Group”. This weekly ritual keeps me in touch with the greater gayosphere
that I don’t usually get to see. And our topics of conversation vary from their
various Gaydar hook-ups to how their small businesses are doing.
I thought I knew these guys pretty well until the topic
swung rather suddenly to what we do that most people wouldn’t know about.
I expected a juicy expose on their various sexcapades.
Instead, I grew a whole new appreciation for the boys I shared a weekly meal
with.
I knew Tyson only as the beautiful blonde and camp-as-a-pop-top-Jayco
student who is quitting uni to be a waiter. I had no idea that he owned the
complete collection of all five Star Trek television series along with most of
Babylon 5 and Farscape. I never picked him as the sci-fi type.
 I knew Ian and Paul as the Huon Valley bears who work as public
servants and enjoy fine wine and leather dance parties on the mainland. How
could I have known they have a cabinet of medals and ribbons for their
prize-winning marmalades and preserves?
James the farm-boy moved here recently to start his new sail
making business. I now know he’s the sole heir to a major Clare Valley winery
and can recite all eleven sections of Wordsworth’s ode, Intimations of Immortality, by heart.
Oscar, the CPA is a quiet one who can tell you just about
everything about every movie from the last 30 years and commutes everyday to
Hobart from Swansea. It’s a rare treat to catch him in town on a weekend. And
knowing now that he collects antique firearms, I look at him in an entirely new
light!
I never really knew these guys at all.
I didn’t think I was this shallow... only knowing my closest
friends by what they did for a living and who they were in relationships with.
To even the score I suppose I should tell them that I just
wrote about them in my “other life” as a blogger.
Just not this week.
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