Chat with straight guys
I met my fellow grinders in restaurants, in bars, in coffee shops, and on park benches; we had drinks in sunshine, tea at night.There were the bland guys; the guys who made endless plans, then stood me up; the guys who met up with me just to see if I really was a reporter, then stared as if I were a penguin at the Central Park Zoo.I'd take out my device and tap on the black-and-yellow tribal-mask logo of Grindr, an app that lets guys use GPS to meet other guys who are ten steps away or a hundred. Guys calling themselves "Hard" and "Hung 2 Hang" offered cheery requests pertaining to the act of love: "Top bunk, don't be a fuckin' girl, 420-friendly."The Chat, too, was of the highest quality.
Others offered interviews in exchange for a quaint variety of carnal favors, which I graciously declined, as far as you know.
Some grinders were as genteel as the ladies at a book club; some wanted true love, others new friendship.
This subculture was populated with all sorts of people—like any community.
The Grindr users I knew and know had impeccable straight-dar.
Even in Chats, almost everyone eventually asked me if I was gay.