Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

No matter how much we might rile over the unassailable fact, all of us know that looks actually do matter... even more so when it comes to the shallow, superficial world of shiny gay boys with their gym-toned muscles and perfectly teased hair. Surely somewhere in the seedy backrooms, there's an unwritten rule in gayland that the pretty princes shall not date the lowly beasts - and vice versa unless the Beast expeditiously happens to come along with a shiny Ferrari, a swanky Bukit Tunku mansion and an extra large credit account.



I'm more than my gorgeous abs!

Someone I know - let's call him Trendy Trey - was left high and dry in a coffeehouse waiting for a guy who never showed up, and even worse sent an SMS that they wouldn't suit. Yes. A fucking SMS - almost as bad as Carrie's dumping via Post-It.

First thing I actually felt was contempt for the unknown man. Surely, even a Beast deserves an honest face-to-face encounter before being summarily dismissed. Makes me feel that the man is actually a spineless jerk who misplaced his balls several evolutionary steps back. :) And second, all I can tell my friend, Trey, is that he's well worth getting rid of such a spineless creature who judges a person based solely on their looks. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.

Looks do matter but it surely isn't everything. I'm no saint and I'll admit that although I'm certainly no Brad Pitt, I am also guilty of making snap judgements based on a man's looks too. Short of guys who are visually challenged, everyone does snap judgements like that on some level ( let's face it, most of us would automatically assume that Chris Evans is a nice, sweet, charming guy - and we'd also hope that he has the loose morals of an alleycat but that's something else entirely ) but it doesn't form the basis of my entire outlook on a man's character.

With my ISO, I never actually obsessed over his looks. He kinda grew from a best friend I'd confide in to someone whom I'd fuck against the wall just for looking so damned sexy and fine. His good looks crept up on me over the years and suddenly, it's just right there in my face demanding attention. :) I'll admit that with Big Bicep Barry, his looks did attract my attention at first but if I'd obsessed over his biceps and smile, I wouldn't have found out what a sweet man he is, how good he is at belting out karaoke melodies - and what a seriously deep reader he is. Come on, he actually reads about religion, science and space theories that would put me to sleep in seconds ( a freak, I know! ). Sure he might turn out to be straight as hell in the end but that doesn't mean I'll regret making a friend :)

Work in a hospital and you'll see that muscles do sag and shiny teeth do fade - and God, I've seen what sexy tattoos look like on pecs that aren't so perky anymore and it's not a pretty picture. But even with the ravages of age, a sense of humour, a semblance of integrity and intelligence does stand the test of time.

Unfortunately most of us are much too shallow in our youth to spend the time searching for these unpolished gems, preferring to rifle through shiny trinkets that actually don't amount to much in the end.