All that glistens is not gold.
Posted on September 4, 2012 by The Quest
Every weekend thousands of gay men in London strut their stuff.
The bars are packed, the dance floors sweaty, the back rooms brimming.
The chatrooms humming, the parks bristling, the saunas… perspiring.
We seek release.
Release from the stress of a weekday job
release from the tedium of living alone in an enormous city
release from the banality of weekend television
release from the constraints of spending time with our family
release from the hum drum
release from the pressures of our relationships.
We are attracted by the glitter.
The thudding sound of dance music, the promise of release through drink and illegal highs, the thrill of sex, the breaking of taboo. It is a potent cocktail.
Week after week it calls us. Week after week it lures us. Week after week it promises.