Maybe I had served him earlier in the day when they came in to buy a six-pack. Obviously this guy had seen my Grindr profile and recognised me at work. I didn't know who this user was, but they clearly knew me, or at least where I worked. A message from an anonymous profile loomed in my inbox. Manning the registers at my local bottle shop on a Sunday night, bored out of my brains, I heard the familiar brrrrrp that signalled a new Grindr notification. I realised that I should’ve listened to Ms Surany’s advice back in Art Room 2, as a few months after my backpacker banging, my dick pic finally came back to haunt me. She had even put warnings about the dangers and legal ramifications of sexting on her classroom door. The sound of my favourite teacher lecturing my year nine photography class about the dangers of sexting rang in my ears. But the fear that Felix had probably shown his friends my nudes wasn’t something I could so easily shake off. When did Snapchat become the new Yelp Review for sexual partners?Ī quick revision of my Snapchat privacy settings and a week-long hiatus from all social-networking apps was all it took to make the thirsty French backpackers disappear. And I certainly wasn’t a service that he could freely recommend to the next guy I was to sleep or exchange pics with. While I might reasonably expect he would show his friends my profile in a cocky or boasting way as many men do when they’ve scored the night before, I’d never consented to him giving out my Snapchat. The line between what was public and what was private had been more than blurred. In fact, he was so impressed that he gave my Snapchat username to a number of other gay men staying at his hostel, who then proceeded to add me on the app and pester me for nudes as well - NOT SO AMAZING! To my surprise, Felix told me he was impressed by my Saturday night performance that I’d felt so insecure about - AMAZING!
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Sending nudes was my way of saying "Look at me, I’m sexy, I swear!" By sending Felix carefully contrived dick and butt pics, I gained temporary reprieve from this onslaught of unhealthy self-deprecation. “I should’ve practiced my orgasm face in the mirror.” “He probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.” “I hope he didn’t notice the stretch marks on my hips.” “I forgot to trim my pubes.” You know those judgements that run through your mind following a one-night stand. After hooking up with a guy I typically struggle with a myriad of self-effacing thoughts.
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I guess this was the perfect way to say “let’s keep in touch” without the commitment of a Facebook add or an Instagram follow request.Īgainst my better judgement, over the next few days we traded a torrent of cheeky (pun ABSOLUTELY intended) photos typically reserved for the ‘My Eyes Only Section’ of Snapchat.Īnd this isn’t unusual for me. I sent him the stock standard “Hey, hru?”, and after a couple more vodka cranberries I found myself stumbling into his private room at a CBD backpacker’s hostel - how romantic?!įast-forward to the end of our drunken tryst, our post-orgasmic, semi-comatose brains decided it was a good idea to exchange Snapchat usernames. He was only 30 meters away and "looking for sex right now" according to his profile. One night, I lingered on the profile of a handsome twenty-something French guy named Felix*. The app displays a sea of headless torsos and pics of men in dick-stickers (a term my mum uses for speedos that are three sizes too small). Grindr was created to make finding sex easy, which is why it can be addictive.
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'It' of course being Grindr.įlicking through fifty or so profiles, I can see who else at Arq is also hunting for a hook-up. While dancing to the pop synths and breathy tones of an endless Britney Spears mash-up, I feel obliged to hit it baby one more time. It's hard to stop myself from trolling hook-up apps on a rowdy night out at Arq, one of Sydney's most popular gay nightclubs.