My mother once told me when I was a teenager - "You know... It's okay if you're gay..." Gotta love that silly, drunken charicature of a human being...
I think that when I was a kid, being raised by rednecks, I sort of stuck out like a sore thumb. I bathed regularly, would rather write short stories as the stereo blasted whatever banjo pickin' music my folks enjoyed... Well - I'd rather write than hunt and fish... My step father once took me hunting and I came home with four turtle shells that I insisted would make a great set of salad bowls if we could get them clean enough...
I remember begging for a hot lather machine when I turned twelve...
I have since made my escape to the "big city" leaving behind the shoes stained with dip-spit and hand me down clothes that look like bushes... As the years have passed - and mom has gone from drunk to addictions counselor - I gained a lot from being raised in such a "down home" environment. Perhaps there was something about the extreme homophobia of the south that forged who I am - a guy who isn't afraid to consider a wax job...
Metrosexuality, from everything I read, was - thankfully - a short lived fad that came and went as quickly as you can say, "microtouch trimmer."
The myth is that "queer eye for the straight guy" somehow truely represents the difference between straight and gay men. And - I think we would all agree that in truth, some gay men are just as disgusting as the most disgusting straight man - and some straight men are just as prissy as the prissiest of gay men. I trimmed my nose hairs long before "metrosexual" became a "buzz word." I listened to classical music and went to art mueseums long before I knew it was making me more "in touch".
Funny thing is, I don't think I come across any other way than just "heterosexual" - even if I love HGTV and regularly trim my personal areas... I kind of think the term "metrosexual" charicatures homosexuals and tries to box them into a "Will Truman" package. I know gay men who are fat, have shitty fashion sense and go totally slack-jawed when you bring up theatre. I guess there is some desire to package clean guys who like their clothes ironed and don't mind crying at movies into some sort of "explanation". I just don't think it is necessary.
Spoomonkey