What would I do without gay men in my life?
I wouldn’t have had a prom date in high school.
I wouldn’t have had dates in high school. Full stop.
I wouldn’t have had anyone to go shopping with.
I wouldn’t have ever had someone to tell me how beautiful I was..without trying to get into my knickers. (No one can tell you how beautiful you look, when you look like crap, like a gay male friend…and no one can quite tell you how crap you look when you think you look fantastic, like a gay male friend…and thank goodness for that.)
I wouldn’t have had received such thoughtful presents for Christmas, birthdays and for no reason at all.
I wouldn’t have had anyone answer the phone at three in the morning when I thought I heard a sound outside my window. (“Geez, girl, look outside…if he’s cute, get his number…Lord knows you need to meet somebody!”)
I wouldn’t have ever gone blonde (and still looked like gummy wallpaper.)
I wouldn’t have ever learned every showtune from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s.
I wouldn’t have ever known that for me, pink was not the new black
I wouldn’t have had anyone tell me, “You need to leave that sorry troll man now honey!”.
I wouldn’t have had shoulders to cry on, men to help me raise my daughter, make me laugh, love me unconditionally…and feed me gourmet food.
I love gay men….and if I didn’t have them in my life…I’d be lost and would have never had such a rich and adventurous life.
I will support them and love them till I am six feet under…no doubt dressed to the nines…because they would never let me go meet St Peter in tacky that’s-so-last-year clothes. .
So would I _befriend_a gay man? A gay man is a man first and gay second. And any good and loving man is worth befriending. Case closed.