I'm sorry..what size bed?

After my arrival on these fair shores, I was "put up" by The Company in a corporate apartment not too far from work. On arrival, my first thought was something along the lines of "Oh, not bad at all." After a week and a half my second thought was something along the lines of "What the fucking hell is this place, it's like the Twilight Zone" After 6pm the whole area would completely die and you not see another living soul until circa 7.30am the next day. I decided pretty early on I wouldn't stay the full allotted time of one month, but rather see if I could find a place more to my liking.

I logged onto Domain and ran a few searches using tag lines such as 'queer' or 'gay'. I got a call that afternoon from some guy who was looking for a lodger. The conversation, from my work buddies side, went something like this:

"I'm 39"
"What size bed?"
"OK, see you at seven"

I received a few looks when I hung up.....

Friday night, 7 O'Clock as promised I arrived at a house in Chippenale and was met by two guys. Both dressed in underwear and only one with a shirt. Pierced nipples and cropped hair. Tattoos and chintz. I felt at home immediately and moved in on the Monday.