Hi, I’m JBoy, and yes, I’m about to gist you that gist that most Nigerians don’t like gisting about. This one took place in my workplace, which you should know is not a very friendly LGBT environment. And so, with the current LGBT clime dominating the world, the talk at work has been vacillating between incredulity, outrage and just plain viciousness.

And then, there are those moments that far and in between, when talks amongst my colleagues of the gay community borders on hilarious.

One such moment was brought on by a Hollywood actor – Matt Bomer.

By the way, in case you missed it from my name, I am male, but the women in my office were talking.

Matt Bomer has been in the news recently on press junkets for his recently released movie, Magic Mike XXL. But before he stripped and sweated and shimmied his glory on TV, he won a Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actor, for the role he played as Felix Turner in the movie, The Normal Heart, where he was a closeted New York Times reporter who fell in love with out-and-proud Ned Weeks (played by Mark Ruffalo), but had to struggle with his health after contracting AIDS in the early eighties.

Now, Matt Bomer has the dreamiest eyes; even his Magic Mike co-star, Channing Tatum professed to getting lost in his eyes.

So those eyes must have wielded some power over a bunch of my female colleagues, because the afternoon came when he was all they were talking about – on the heels of some of them seeing the movie, The Normal Heart.

“My goodness, that guy is gorgeous,” one exclaimed. “So fine, too fine!”

“And his skin – oh God! I don’t usually like white men, but for Matt Bomer, I can cross the Atlantic.”

“He’s just pretty. That’s just it – a pretty man.”

“He’s my premium quality!”

“But he played a gay role in that film,” the first voice of dissent ventured.

“Ehen? And so?” the one who had claimed the actor as her premium quality instantly went on the offense. “He’s a Hollywood actor, those people can like to act crazy roles. It doesn’t mean anything about their personal lives.”

“Yes, they are usually very dedicated to their craft…”

“Hmm, I’m just saying, he’s too cute,” the dissenter persisted.

At this juncture, I had to interject. I called her name. She turned to me. And I asked, “Are your boyfriend and brothers not cute?”

“Well, of course they are –”

“Then, what are you insinuating?”

Mind you, at this time, I had no idea who Matt Bomer was. Everything I introduced this piece with is knowledge I garnered after what happened this afternoon occurred.

“It’s not like that,” Ms. Dissenter argued.

“What is it like then?” I persisted.

She shrugged, unable to answer me appropriately and unwilling to give ground. She maintained, “I’m still saying, you people should not be surprised if he’s truly gay.”

“Well, Google is our friend,” I said blithely.

And so, one female turned to her computer, effectively drawing the attention of everyone else to her work station. A few keyboard clicks later and Matt Bomer’s profile was rolled out before us.

Sexuality – GAY!


The one who claimed him as her premium quality let out a high-pitched scream, the kind of scream that told you her heart was breaking into a million little pieces. Someone had to hurry over to shut the door of our office in other not to cause any unnecessary alarm with our co-workers in the other offices.

“How can he be gay!” she screeched.

Ms. Dissenter was now chuckling very smugly in her seat.

“But look at him again o!” Ms. Premium Quality lamented, gesturing to the computer screen, where Matt Bomer was gazing back dreamily at her us. “Look at him nah! He looks so beautiful! Chai! Could he be the man or the woman in his relationships, which one is he?”

“Let’s find out,” Ms. Computer said.

And we all returned to Google. Ms. Computer navigated to the actor’s Wikipedia page, and clicked on the name, Simon Halls, which was listed against ‘Spouse’. When the picture appeared on the screen, Ms. Premium Quality screeched again.

“Ah! Ah! He’s the woman o! See my life! So I was busy lusting after my fellow woman! Chai!”

“How can you tell?” I asked, very curious.

“See him and his husband nah! Can’t you see!”

So I leaned forward to see. All I could see was an older, taller man standing next to the actor. And it dawned on me that their assessment of Matt Bomer’s sexual role had been deduced from the insignificant detail of him being frailer than his husband. Gender stereotype was obviously playing a heavy hand here.

In the wake of this Matt Bomer discovery, the discussion instantly veered off from its original course.

“I can’t just bear the thought of being with a man who is bending for another man!” Ms. Premium Quality declared. (It is noteworthy that she is unmarried)

“Tufiakwa!” Ms. Dissenter concurred. “Me too o!”

“Hian! Nawa o!” Ms. Computer, the married one amongst them, said. “The way things are happening in this world nowadays, I have to say, I won’t be surprised if my husband is gay. The way cute men here and there are turning out to be gay…”

“I’m still heartbroken over Wentworth Miller,” Ms. Premium Quality cut in.

“Exactly!” Ms. Computer said. “See? And my husband is kukuma very cute. I swear, if I find out tomorrow that he is gay, before I react, I’ll first ask him, ‘Honey, please are you the one giving or receiving?’”

The entire office burst out into laughter.

“I’m serious,” she continued. “If he says he’s the one giving, we’ll start going for marriage counseling. If he says he’s the one receiving, I’ll pack out of the marriage, because me, I cannot come and go and start sleeping with my fellow woman. I’m not a lesbian.”

If laughter could kill, I’m sure I would have dropped dead at this moment.

And then, Ms. Dissenter had a story to tell – of a friend of hers (let’s call her Ms. Damsel-In-Distress) who had been severally unlucky in love, and who finally found a young man with a prospering career, who promised to be everything she wanted in a man (let’s call him Prince Charming). They began dating, and soon things got serious. Their families were involved, and introductions were made. Before you know it, the traditional wedding arrangements were underway. The trip to matrimony was all but certain.

And all through this time, Ms. D-I-D’s brother kept pressing his sister with his misgivings about her fiancé. He said he didn’t trust the man, that there was something he sensed that was off about him.

But of course, Ms. D-I-D wouldn’t hear anything of it. She laughingly dismissed her brother’s misgivings as the rancor of a man who was already missing his sister. She teased him that she was getting married, not dying, and that she’d still be around for him.

And so came the day when she decided to drop over at her fiancé’s place unannounced. She wanted to make him dinner and just generally take care of her man. She got to his compound to see his car parked in the driveway, much to her surprise. He must be home early, she thought. She let herself into the house to see two glasses of unfinished wine in the parlour. He must have seen off a guest, she thought.

Then she heard the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom, went in to investigate, and stood right there at the door, stunned beyond speechlessness as she stared at her future husband getting pounded from behind by a white man.

“JISOSKRAIST!” the other women in the office shouted in interruption, some snapping their fingers for emphasis.

“So, she was about to marry a woman like her,” Ms. Premium Quality exclaimed.

Ms. Dissenter wasn’t done.

So, the flabbergasted lady first stood, staring at the sex scene, before shouting, ‘Jesus-Jesus-Jesus-Jesus!!!’

Her shouts shattered the two men apart. But their following reaction was the second blow Ms. D-I-D didn’t expect. The white man got out from the bed and sauntered wordlessly to the adjoining bathroom to wash up. Prince Charming also got up from the bed, reached for a towel to cover his nudity, and then stared point-blank at his fiancée and said, “Now that you’ve seen it, what has happened? Now that you know, what will happen?”

He went on to speak very frankly to the girl, telling her that all this – their marriage plans – had just been about him not being bold enough to confront his family of his sexual orientation. He’d decided to get married to please them. But in the days leading up to that moment, he’d started to get restless and unhappy with his decision. He seemed relieved that she’d caught up.

And then he kicked the ball into her court when he asked, ‘Now that you know, what will you do about us? To marry or not to marry?’

Ms. D-I-D fled from the apartment, carrying the heavy burden of the question miserably along with her. She wept to her family, and lamented her discovery to them. Prince Charming, on his own part, came out to his family (He didn’t exactly have a choice at this point). Advice streamed to Ms. D-I-D from every corner, some encouraging her to go through with the wedding (after all, she wasn’t getting any younger), and some others objecting that she shouldn’t (how could she, knowing what she knew).

Eventually, the couple parted ways, Ms. Dissenter concluded. There was no marriage.

And the women in my office were still talking about men, women, relationships, homosexuality and Matt Bomer by the time lunch break was over and it was time to get back down to work.

Written by JBoy

About shakespeareanwalter

Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. Hahahahahahahahahaa!!! Chai! Dear God! These women have no chill.

  2. Ms. Premium Quality, kilode? All the faine faine Hollywood pikin them, na so she dey chook eye for. Matt Bomer, Wentworth Miller…and ending up with heartbreak. LOL! Is noray easy sontin o

  3. Muhammad Abdulqawiyu

    Many men struggle with homosexuality just like many others struggle with adultery and fornication. What really bugs me is why the fuck homosexuality has to be treated like a different taboo and homosexuals be treated like a special kind of human breed?

  4. let the amebo kontinue

  5. this matter will not end today oh

  6. off to Google Matt Bomer

  7. Very very funny ladies…and to the ones who don’t want to be married to women like themselves well…good luck.

  8. These women will nor keel me ooO…See me see gbege…

    Ms Premium Quality, wish ya luck next time.


  9. Hahaha hahaha. Oh this was hilarious. Office gossip eh

  10. Wait first. *arches eyebrows* . Gay men that ‘receive’ are women?

  11. interesting read>guy,u good.and that’s the reality of us gay men sadly!

  12. ‘my fellow woman’…. LWKMD

  13. Walter you should be familiar with the story about the gay fiancé since it’s a plagiarism of the story by Tunde Leye “Finding Hubby” 🙂

    • shakespeareanwalter

      I know Tunde’s story. But I’m willing to let there be a benefit of the doubt that this one actually happened.

  14. Wow!Jboy this was a very interesting read.i couldn’t even take my eyes off my fone.This gay thing is so freaking scary. Y will I be wary of fine boys?So sad mehn

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