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"Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake - Chessmaster Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower (1887-1956)"

Friday, March 02, 2001

The Three Degrees of Separation...
As Disney would have us believe, it's a small world after all. And sadly I'd agree.
You may think the small social circles you move in are totally isolated but...
You may think you're the only one who liked Kim Wilde but...
You may think it's a long way down to the chip shop but...
It's a small world after all.

How do I prove my point? Well not by a concrete example but by generality. Let me try and appeal to your own personal experience. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows me. Or you. Or anyone. It's hard to be unknown in this world let alone this city. It's the six people rule. You're never more than six people away from anyone. You get introduced to someone at a party and immediately it's, "Don't you know so-and-so?" or "Didn't you used to go to such-and-such with *insert any name here*?" Big Brother, Shakespeare's Sister, Old Father Time and Mother Earth are all merging their address books. The world is shrinking. And shrinking fast.

Well if it's a small world, it's an even smaller gay world. I'd say about half the size. You're never more than three people away from any other gay man. Last night David, Ian and I were chatting about who we knew who had slept together in David's circle of friends. Needless to say we had to take off our shoes and socks and use our toes to keep count.

So if the world at large has it's Six Degrees Of Separation we, as gay men, have our Three Degrees Of Gay Separation.

"When will I see you again?" A lot sooner than you'd think.

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