Dive Bars, Twinks, and Open Relationships.

By Deeply Indigo - July 8, 2023

Last night I found myself bored and laying in bed so I did what any twink would do, I started scrolling through Grindr. I wouldn't say I was necessarily looking for anything, I was simply bored and decided scrolling through the gay men in my area was more entertaining than staring at my ceiling and feeling sorry for myself.

I wish I could say that I didn't find anything interesting, but with a pretty face like this i'm pretty much overwhelmed by Grindr chats lol.

I moved into my new apartment Saturday morning, and afterward I found myself wondering what I would do all weekend. Usually, I would ask a friend to go clubbing or bar hopping, unfortunately, most of my college friends went back home for the summer so I have to fend for myself until August. I took it upon myself to 'put myself out there' and try and make new friends. I decided to take a look on Grindr. Although it's primarily a hookup app, I have made a few friends on there. I scrolled and scrolled for what seemed like an eternity until finally, I found someone else who was searching for friends. We began to chat and we seemed to hit it off instantly. We'll go ahead and call him 'naked guy'.

After a while of chatting with 'naked guy' I got bored. I made the decision that I was too young, hot, and interesting to stay home on a Saturday night. I rent an apartment on 6th street, above a bar. If you're unfamiliar with Austin, 6th street is notoriously nicknamed 'Dirty 6th' the entirety of the street consists of bars, clubs, and a few trendy restaurants. What kind of influencer would I be if I didn't go out and create anecdotes for y'all? You're welcome. So I got myself out of bed and got ready for a night out, because in case you didn't know: influencers aren't born with interesting lives, they go out and create them.

So I set off to the bars, with an empty stomach and an even emptier wallet. I usually like to start my nights off at a gay club called 'Rain on 4th' which used to be an iconic spot for the gays, but nowadays the crowds are mostly middle-aged men looking for a hook-up. Perfect. What can I say, flirting for drinks is more than just being slutty- it's an art. Unfortunately, I was unable to lure in a drink buyer. Eventually, I decided I had better go home. Here's a tip for you guys: a classy lady never buys her own drink, either someone else pays, or you get your ass home. On the walk home, I heard the beautiful sounds of slurred speech, people arguing, vomiting, and police sirens every thirty seconds. God knows I love Dirty 6th. The grubbiness makes me feel right at home. I was less than a block from my apartment when 'Naked Guy' texted, asking for bar recommendations-. It seemed I had found my drink buyer for the night. We agreed on a spot to meet at. All looked well for this Texas Twink until I received some unsettling news from 'Naked Guy'. It appeared that he was in a sort of open relationship, and he was bringing his boyfriend along with us.

My first instinct was to run. I couldn't imagine something more unbearable than whoring it up with a guy while his boyfriend chaperoned all night. However, I resisted my urge to run back home. Once again, I put the entertainment of my readers before my own comfort. God, am I selfless or what? After an hour at the bar with them, it became apparent that I had made the right choice in going out with these gays. I must admit, I had a fucking fabulous night. So good in fact, that I accepted the couple's invitation to join them at a nude beach the following day.

Sunday morning I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I had only just finished brushing my teeth when 'Naked Guy' texted me that they were outside waiting for me. I hurried down the stairs and into their black V8 Mustang. On the drive to Hippie Hollow, we engaged in small talk and got to know each other a bit more. With each passing minute, I began to enjoy the company of these gays more and more. We finally arrived at the nude beach- which was really a lake, but close enough right? We chose a comfortable spot to lay our towels and I began to soak up the warm Texas sun. Now, I must admit, when I accepted the invitation to a nude beach I was merely planning on accompanying these gays and maybe catching a glimpse of some naked hunks. Getting nude myself was never part of the plan. But after about an hour of 'Naked Guy' and his boyfriend pressuring me to join them, I began to undress.

I'll spare you the details of the rest of my afternoon. But by the end of the day, when 'naked guy' and his boyfriend dropped me off at home I began to reflect on my weekend. I had started a conversation with a guy on Grindr, which unknowingly got me involved in an open relationship. This encounter led me to a nude beach, where I spent about 3 hours having the time of my life, balls naked. After the beach, they generously invited me to In-N-Out- my favorite place on earth. I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. You see, previously I had never given a thought into taking part in a throuple. But this weekend with 'naked guy' left me enchanted with the idea. Who knows, maybe it was the attention they provided me with- which I was so desperately craving. I just can't help but wonder: are throuples the new sexual frontier?

Hugs and Kisses,

Deeply Indigo.