How can I possibly start hunting Pokémon when I haven’t even completed Tinder yet?
Sadly I’m too old for Pokémon Go. Not that I couldn’t play the game if I wanted to, but I mean that Pokémon just came along a little too late for me in life, so it passed me by.
By 1996, I’d left home and was living it up in Edinburgh. And while I’ve always been a cartoon fan, anything new by that point was taking a backseat while I was drinking, shouldn’t have. Though I did almost manage to recall the name of Pikachu recently, younger gays I bumped into while walking my pug Toby.
I was surprised to see them out and about, before the Pokémon hunt was explained. Obviously I knew what the game was, but I had no idea that in a few short days it was going to take over, well, everything. News stories around the world, statuses on social media... People I thought would be immune to the latest trend were soon caving and going one out, to be fair.
And then there was the now inevitable backlash, people criticising others for choosing to play the game, saying that it was meant for kids, or that they were too old.
Oh please. I’ve never grown up. I’ve aged – oh boy have I aged – but I actually forget that I’m 40 because I have a nostalgia that won’t go away. The music I like, the TV shows I watch, the jokes that I make... That’s not to say I only like nostalgia, but I do play up to the joke now. Though I’m not sure I could actually master Pokémon Go, as I recall struggling with the Super Nintendo...
But anyway, how can I possibly start hunting Pokémon when I haven’t even completed Tinder yet? I think as things stand that I probably shouldn’t be encouraged to hunt things down and bludgeon them.
But if you enjoy something, and you’re not hurting anyone, what’s the problem? And now I realise that I’m one of those people complaining about people complaining. Stop the insanity!
It’s actually been quite pleasant to see people universally getting excited and having fun with something – even if I don’t really know what a Pokémon actually is. I had to give social media a wide berth in the last month or so because the news, genuinely, was just too much. I felt an Edina Monsoon courtroom rant coming on at times.
I had dear friends almost getting ill over Brexit, though I’m sure the full horror of that is yet to be realised. And speaking of full horror, Boris Johnson as Foreign Secretary? Frankly, I’d rather be living in a computer world where you have to catch little creatures than deal with the monsters of reality.
But deal we must, and I fear we must tread this change could be far reaching for LGBT+ people, and I do worry.
People, very kindly, wrote to me following my letter last month about the awful events in Orlando, to tell me to be strong and hold my head up – advice that was much appreciated and I feel I should pass back to everyone reading.
could lose myself in an alternative reality, even if it’s just a game on a phone. In fact, maybe that’s what I should be working towards – a game in the same style, but for a more mature gay gentleman. Perhaps you could track down legendary drag queens or gay icons? Though lets not get the debate about gay icons started again...
A friend suggested a version where old Doctor Who actresses pop up, which would be great, but would probably just confuse me further given the number of them I see these days. Navigate your way through Absolutely Fabulous’ London, perhaps? Nah. Maybe it’s not for me after all. I think I’ll just curl up with a good book instead.
A comic book, obviously.