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Nico shows no regard for this, however, he’s got 1,500 prurient words to file. And, let’s remember: this could literally get someone killed. While the author may like to tell himself his was a human interest story and not a patronising smirk, there was a genuine tale to be told here.Why would he even think of the consequences of outing? The story of how the Olympics, and the availability of hookup apps, is allowing gay athletes from homophobic countries to express themselves and have sex could’ve been genuinely informative and enlightening.
They ask for photos, share their stats and locations and cut straight to the chase.
Nico claims that he was only ever honest with these guys in his replies – that he was not only a journalist but straight and married – but the act of putting your photo on an app like this is an understanding you are available. I want this too.” Nico, of course, did not understand.
It is an invitation to be wooed, propositioned or demanded of; it is an acceptance of an invisible, unspoken code. Picking over grammatical errors and curious ways closeted athletes – many of whom are from countries where the discovery of their homosexuality would make life very difficult for them – hid their identity while they tried to arrange hookups, Nico gleefully, and almost spitefully, held up these poor guys to ridicule.
Oh, he may not be directly taking the piss or making any specific homophobic comments, but the malice is there, thanks to the power of suggestion. Another sent him the location of his apartment so he could come and meet him. Among the most malevolent aspects of this noxious, patronising horror show is Nico’s disrespect for these guys’ anonymity.
Some of them used odd photos to conceal their identity. He reels off guys’ stats, their countries of origin and even the sports they compete in, under the guise of showing the variety of guys available and looking for sex. As I said, a lot of these sportsmen come from countries where any revelation of their sexuality could result in their lives being made difficult or, in some cases, snuffed altogether.
Whether we like it or not, a great number of people – increasing if the current political climate is anything to go by – think homosexuality is wrong, or shameful, or disgusting.These guys aren’t just hiding their sexuality because they’re worried about product endorsements – they’re trying to stay safe. The sad thing is it’s a missed opportunity for the Daily Beast, if not for Nico.Have you noticed how obsessed with gay sex straight people are? Nico, like every good journalist, wanted to put himself at the heart of the story, so he uploaded his avi to a series of different apps, put out a few ‘stats’ and sat and waited.First they’re telling us Aids is a “gay disease”, then trying to tell us we shouldn’t be allowed Pr EP on the NHS to prevent it. It almost makes you nostalgic for the days they joked about lesbians using strap-ons, or got drunk and asked gay men “who is the woman and who is the man? Thanks to Grindr, which straight people don’t seem to realise paved the way for all their dreary flirtations on Tinder, what we do and the way we do it has never been more fascinating. Whether it was a slow day at the Olympic village, or the Brazilian humidity had short-circuited everyone’s wires, I couldn’t possibly say, but soon our intrepid reporter was inundated with replies on Grindr, the most popular hookup app for gay men. Our latest infiltrator is Nico Hines, a British, heterosexual journalist commissioned, for reasons that I’m sure seemed very sound in whichever MDMA-fuelled meeting it was dreamed up in, to write a piece for the Daily Beast about gay athletes in the Olympic Village, who were – shock horror, clutch your pearls and kiss a chimney sweep – using dating and hookup apps to meet other people for sex. Ignoring that this is what’s been happening in straight nightclubs up and down the country since Elvis first swivelled his hips, straight people can’t wait to get right in there and have good old nosey.