I have been called many things in my life (bitch, fattie, thicker than a buttermilk biscuit), but one name that I wear with pride is “fag hag.”

Some people might be offended by the title, but not me; I can’t help that I love hanging out with fabulous people and more often than not gay men fall into that category. I also can’t help the fact that I went to school in one of the most liberal cities in the country and was just surrounded by ‘em.

What can I say? I love gay men. They are fun to shop with, great to dine with and just all around the best people to hang out with when you need a laugh or someone to cry to when their masculine brethren treat you like crap.

Unfortunately, since leaving college I have been unable to feed my gay-man addiction. And I am dying. DYING. Every guy I meet needs to flex his muscles and talk about sports. I need someone to talk Chanel with, damnit!

Anyways, in my quest to find new gay men to hang out with I hit the internet. No, I didn’t pass myself off as a gay man looking for love on Match.com (though that would have been super fabulous, no?).

In fact, I didn’t even mean to actively look for a gay best friend…that would be totally pathetic. I mean, I am slightly pathetic for even being upset about the lack of gay men in my life, but I have standards. And they definitely don’t include hitting the internet in search of friends. Read More »