Gay on the train

Gay on a Train

I’m direct. So, when a homosexual guy on the educate asked me out on a date, why the hell did I utter yes? And why am I excited about seeing him again?

Okay, let’s originate again....

I thought I was straight for all of my 26 years. I dated women. I slept with women. And yeah, occasionally I’d wondered what it would be enjoy to experiment with a guy. We’ve all done it, right? A couple of times, at least? Only, I never did more than wonder.

But after one conversation with him...

I still don’t know why I said yes. It wasn’t as if he was flirting with me - well, not much. All we did was talk. And then, he asked me out.

Okay, so it would be a new experience. I can roll with that. But what if he wants to sleep with me? How about that?

I’m nervous. I’m confused. And as for the whole "I’m straight" thing?

Yeah. I’m rethinking that. Big time.

And I can’t wait for Saturday till I see him again.

©2020 K.C. Wells (P)2020 K.C. Wells

We were two men taking drags off our cigarettes, blowing smoke to mask the bathroom stench behind us—doors unlock, reeking of days-old piss. We had just covered the basics: “Where are you coming from?”Marrakech. “Where are you going?”Fez. ”Same, me too.”

*I had been criss-crossing Morocco for the past week, and was on the second leg of my day-long train journey. I had tried making conversation in my carriage, which I shared with five other passengers, seated three along each row. I was in the middle seat. To the right, by the window of rolling green hills, a teenage couple sat across from each other, giddily giggling at their handset screens. On my left, a childish father with fashionably-trimmed stubble fussed over his wife, leader covered with a headscarf, and their cooing toddler, sitting directly opposite to us. While her husband grunted a few yeses and nos in English back to me, she had never once looked me in the eye. The air outside was like a mid-fall cool but inside the enclosed quarter of the carriage, stifling heat had draped its heavy coat over us.

I roamed along the length of the train, squeezing by carts of piping-hot empanada-like pastries and wild-hair musicians str

REVIEW: The Gay Train, Yellow Mug Theatre, EdFringe 2022 ★★★☆☆

The Male lover Train takes a thoroughly superb go at diving headfirst into the way that Trans lives are presented in the media and the devastating consequences. In a world of P*ers M*rgan purposefully silencing the Trans Rights movement and framing it as healthy debate, even when it evidently is not, this compassionate of theatre is urgent and important. In fact, the aforementioned gutless false demagogue is the target in writer Andrew Lake’s crosshairs, as we see neutrois activist Lin face up against a TV host more absorbing in clickbait than coherence.

Lin’s story is tragically prevalent in community – a Trans person physically attacked for expressing themselves. In the wake of rising transphobia in Britain, Lin takes to the screen to plead their case and ends up eventually making a mockery of the whole situation. This plotline is threaded in between vignettes where we see Lin try and win over politicians for their campaign, struggled and suppressed by an indifferent political system. There are also scenes in which Lin chats with their mother, Dawn, and the pair attempt to unwrap each other’s misconceptions about gender through th

I’m straight. So when a gay guy on the coach asked me out on a meet, why in the hell did I say yes? And why am I excited about seeing him again?


Okay, let’s start again…

I thought I was unbent for all of my twenty-six years. I dated women. I slept with women. And yeah, occasionally I’d wondered what it would be like to experiment with a guy. We’ve all done it, right? A couple of times at least? Only, I never did more than wonder.

But after one conversation with him...

I still don’t understand why I said yes. It wasn’t as if he was flirting with me - good, not much.  All we did was talk. And then he asked me out.

Okay, so it would be a new experience. I can roll with that. But what if he wants to sleep with me? How about that?

I’m nervous. I’m confused. And as for the whole ‘I’m straight’ thing?

Yeah. I’m rethinking that. Big time.

And I can’t wait for Saturday till I see him again.again.