“They’re not asking, they’re not telling, some of them,” announces Palmeri from the Capitol lawn. If you’re Grindring in D.C., you might want to take a minute to watch this short video exposé on the Web site of subway daily The Washington Examiner, starring the paper’s then “Yeas & Nays” columnist, Tara Palmeri. It can’t be too long before somebody gets caught Grindring with under-age pages, à la Mark Foley. This lack of a front gate is bound to backfire sooner or later, perhaps in the way it did for ex-congressman Chris Lee, who temporarily holds the record for quickest computer-assisted-dating-related crash and burn in the history of American politics.
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“Um, not sure what to write here,” confesses Tom, gingerly dipping a toe into the cauldron.Īnyone can download Grindr, anytime, anywhere, and nobody needs to send you a “friend request” before chatting you up and/or sending you nudie pics.
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It’s no wonder that with all the commotion some guys are perplexed over how to behave or what to write on Grindr. “If you can’t be a gentleman at least be polite,” scolds one. One Face fires off a warning shot in his blurb: “I’m not into headless torsos and ‘hey’ is for horses.” A Headless Torso responds by tagging himself “Headless Torso” and fuming, “I already have friends!” There are plenty of vigilante crossing-guard types eager to referee. Why can’t you Headless Torsos just man up and pan up to include your faces? Occasionally a virtual bar brawl between the Headless Torsos and the Faces spills out onto the sidewalk. Spartan wordsmiths, the Headless Torsos are fluent in just a handful of words and phrases, like “Hey,” “Sup,” and “Who’s hosting?” The Faces see Grindr more as a multi-functional public square and are convinced they hold the moral high ground. The Headless Torsos see Grindr as a pure, single-function tool for facilitating hookups, not a social center for chatting and making friends. Grindr is dominated by two warring archetypes: the shirtless, alpha-male Headless Torsos and their archenemies, the fussy, uppity Faces. I put on my favorite T-shirt, and a few dozen shots later I had my very own fuck-you, lo-res mirror profile photo, the back of my iPhone in the foreground, my pissed-off-looking mug in the background. Under no circumstances is it ever acceptable to come across as eager. The projection of apathy is essential to the lazy strategy. The staple of the lazy category is the lo-res, self-taken mirror shot, which translates into “I don’t give a shit about Grindr or any of you so I’m not gonna try very hard.” In my experience, most promiscuous gay guys-the type I expected to encounter on Grindr-tend to prefer detached, fuck-you types and are turned on by offput-ishness. Grindr profile photos fall into four general categories: lazy, earnest, absurd, and sexually suggestive. I’d tried computer-assisted dating only once before, with mixed results, but Grindr seemed so easy-a few taps of my iPhone screen and I was off to the races-that it was impossible to resist.
“Imagine in traffic jams!” Grindr downloads spiked by 30,000 in the days after Fry’s appearance on the show. “You can find the nearest cruising homosexual with one of those?,” he marveled. “It’s called Grindr.” As Fry showed off the app, Clarkson’s incredulity shifted to enthusiasm. “This one may not be quite so up your strata,” he warned *Top Gear’*s host, Jeremy Clarkson. Openly gay celebrity jack-of-all-trades and devout technophile Stephen Fry introduced Grindr to British television viewers on the BBC’s hit show Top Gear, which is about the rather heterosexual subject of cars. London tops the list of cities, with 62,000 Grindr users, which the company proudly points out is “1 in every 60 male Londoners.” Users spend an average of 1.3 hours a day logged on. But nowhere is Grindr more popular than in the U.K., where there are more than 160,000 users, which means, after adjusting for population, almost twice as many gay Brits use Grindr as gay Americans do. Grindr claims its app has more than a million users in more than 180 countries, including Sri Lanka, Djibouti, Haiti, Iraq, and Iran, places where being gay can get you killed. Even at gay bars: cruising within cruising. Could this crude little iPhone app be every single gay man’s dream: to be able to cruise anywhere, anytime? Shopping? Why not! Meet me in Aisle C! Killing time at the airport? I’m sitting at Gate 17. Suddenly, it became clear to me what his excitement was about.
And then, “Oh, 413 feet!” Sensing my annoyance, he showed me his phone: dozens of little thumbnail pictures of guys, with little blurbs about themselves, organized from top to bottom in order of proximity. A smart, attractive, chronically single friend of mine had been feverishly fidgeting with his iPhone for half a dozen blocks, somehow navigating the crowded sidewalks without once lifting his gaze from the screen.