For the RentBoy.

“You look good. Thank God you're not a dick.”
“I like to draw my esteem from being good. Thanks. ☺”

I've not really come to understand exactly what makes us so quick to self-doubt. Who are we — millennial guys without consistent guides through the advent of our queer spring awakening. If you're lucky enough to find good mentors and role models along the way, one fact remains consistent in their advice: the only attribute of substance in your personality has nothing to do with your looks and everything to do with how you carry yourself.

The only attribute of substance in your personality has nothing to do with your looks and everything to do with how you carry yourself.

As my sister often tells her three young daughters, “beauty is, as beauty does”. However, it’s all too simple to find empty-headed twinks and musclebound-masc-discreet bros. Phenomena like these point to a generation plagued by insecurity and self-doubt. In an era where your orientation is no longer a social death sentence, I believe a step has been skipped — self-actualization. For some, coming out feels like that last hurdle in figuring out your personhood. But, I argue that we cannot find deeper meaning in sexuality, until we see the sheer importance of ourselves, prima facie.

I have heard claims from my friends that it’s attractive when a guy is so inconspicuous, as to appear heterosexual, whilst being queer. I understand that notion, but wholly resent it at the same time. It says something about how we perceive ourselves. Implicitly, we're still chasing after the crown of acceptance from an imaginary ideal of masculinity. Being masculine itself is out of the scope of this post. However; it has everything to do with confidence and self-esteem, among other invisible traits.

Investing in yourself — not your orientation — is the first step toward becoming whole. With this power, you are more able to articulate what makes you — you. Succinctly, your definition is personal and should take no form under duress from any archetype — even LGBT ideals. For the rentboy, the insecure academic, the gym rat — every caricature we treat as anomalies, despite knowing multiple: I. Am enough. You. Are enough. We're enough.