Gayday

He couldn't bring himself to look when the occasional couple of men started getting over-friendly. It disgusted him. He was amused to discover that watching two women kiss in real life made him uneasy as well. He sat at the bar, drinking in no hurry at all, just watching all these people. He slowly realised that nearly every one of them was unsure of his or herself. They were all concerned with doing the right thing, making the right moves. Is she gay? Is he looking at me? Does my breath smell bad? Am I dancing right? Rob could read the questions flashing through people's consciousness. It was a mindless pattern of petty worries, unimportant emotions and social traps. And what did it all add up to? Nothing. The whole thing was so pointless. Rob felt himself move outside of that restrictive social bubble. He felt above all of the trivial concerns that so often bewitched the modern human mind. He felt as if nothing mattered. As if he could do anything, and none of it would really matter. He felt invincible... He smiled broadly. He took a deep breath and leapt from his barstool onto the dance floor. He danced with complete abandon, closing his eyes, matching his heartbeat to the rhythm. He watched the light play through his eyelids; swirling, colourful designs like brainwaves. He became fluid, his body compressing and rippling with each beat. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to breathe in the atmosphere of the place, in order to make it a part of him.

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