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The Gay Corporate Strategist Wondering If He Has Daddy Issues
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Gay Corporate Strategist Wondering If He Has Daddy Issues: Male, 26, Financial District, gay,single.
DAYONE
7:30 a.m.: Emerge up hungover at my parents’ house with a raging hard-on, thinking about my super-hot Crush. We hooked up a not many months ago after conference through a mutual confidant (with whom I’ve also hooked up) and possess been casually seeing each other since. He’s adorable, fun, interesting, and knows it. However, his crowd includes some potentially not-so-nice Gays With Reputations, and for no specific reason, I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t need to be deeply interested in this, whatever it is. That said, as usual, I should probably justrelax.
7:46 a.m.: Need to get rid of this boner so I can go work out. Pitch in an old VHS of straight, hard-core eighties porn, which I generally love, but get distracted and nut in under a minute thinking about Crush and I having sex, then me coming on his face while he asks for it. This remains pure fantasy, as I’ve read too many HIV statistics to get it on with a guy I’m told rages eve
What are “Daddy Issues?” Locate Out Now!
He’s got daddy issues. You’ve probably heard of the term before if you know of a gay guy dating an older man.
She’s got daddy issues. You would have used this for your female comrade dating an older male.
When someone dates or sleeps around with an older male, people claim they are doing it because they have daddy issues.
In fact, this term is thrown around a lot, and people have created a lot of amusing memes about it. But it goes deeper than that.
“Daddy issues” are authentic and not just slang!
But what does it indicate to have “daddy issues”? Is it even a real thing? And how do we overcome them if we are struggling?
What are “daddy issues”?
We employ the term “daddy issues” quite liberally without much thought. This phrase is used for women or gay men who own dysfunctional relationships with men, and it often hints towards unresolved issues these people apparently have with their daddies. We operate this term to shame women or gay men for being too sexual and needy because they constantly fail to detect the right guy for themse
Daddy Issues
“Unstinting and deep, Daddy Issues roils the mirror surfaces of our days with cutting candor and intense, unexpected compassion. Eric Wat’s characters body forth revelatory insight as they emerge from marginalization into hard fought light.”—Sesshu Foster, author of Atomik Aztex
“In Daddy Issues Eric C. Wat has written a collection of short stories as profound as they are humorous. In doing so, he deftly challenges conventions while illuminating the resilience of the human soul. Wat’s intricate storytelling and vivid prose offers us an unvarnished examination of love, loss, longing, and the ties that tie us to one another. An absolutely essential addition to contemporary literature.”—Alex Espinoza, author of The Sons of El Rey
“These stories capture, with insight, humor, and tenderness, what it feels like to own issues of various kinds, to look at oneself squarely and change. There are no heroes here (though perhaps an antihero or two). One walks into an Eric C. Wat story as if into a room where everyone is trying to stay alive, a room filled with quotidian surfaces and charged, transformati
Thisessayis part of an carried on series by the composer about issues facing older gay men. If you’ve got a “Daddy Issue,” I want to notice about it. -DRT
I was walking down Eighth Avenue last week wondering why I was still alive—something I typically undertake every time I stroll the streets of Chelsea—a thought that makes me feel oddly younger than my 53 years. I’m a child again when I’m there, because my life has been reborn.
True, the stores and restaurants and crowds have almost all changed, and the people are mostly younger than I am, but I’m like that ghost who haunts his mature neighborhood and who can’t let go and who has a permanent living no matter the strife or wars or innate illnesses that wipe away citizens.
I wonder why I’m alive among mere mortals, living in a fountain of second youth, because, by all accounts, I was supposed to perish. We all were. If the 20th Century couldn’t kill me, what can?
In another time, before hook-up apps and same-sex marriage and mainstream visibility and anti-bullying efforts and children and the military and rainbow-colored White Houses and presidential acceptance and TV and movie might, the predominant divinity was AIDS. It was a c
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