I wish I were gay.
Well, no. That’s only a little bit true. That’s actually barely true at all. I don’t want to be saddled with unfair prejudice in the workplace, social and religious spheres, and military. So let me refine that statement a bit.
I wish I could be into dudes.
Not quite the same thing, really. I’ve always been a fan of the Kinsey scale when it comes to human sexuality, since “gay” and “straight” are so painfully restrictive. So let’s just say I wish I could ding my rating up a few points or two.
I’m perfectly happy with women, of course. Ladies, you guys are great, and I mean that. It’s not like I’m not getting enough variety in my sexy diet or anything. And honestly, friendship-wise, I tend to be one of those wimpy boys that has more female than male friends and always gets called “a really nice guy”. So what’s up, man?
Why the thirst for testosterone?
It’s a matter of principle. See, I’ve always believed that gender expression is mostly socialized. Girls get dolls, boys get dump trucks, that sort of thing. Switch them around and little girls would grow up to be seven feet tall with full Thoreau neck beards - no kidding, man. And from a very young age, us dudes have basically been told: “Hey! Check it out! Boobs!” Read More »





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I decided to get out of town for the weekend. You know, head to the country where my cell phone doesn’t get service, my computer doesn’t get internet and my hair doesn’t get…clean.
Today, being gay is not such a taboo. But in the utopian Christian world, being gay is still unacceptable.
When someone tells me they’re gay, I don’t doubt it’s something they’ve always been. Knowing enough people who tell their coming-out stories with pain in their eyes, or recall their childhood with a mixture of sadness and confusion, I am convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that homosexuality is not a choice. It’s something you’re born into. Something you are.
I’ll be the first to admit that I did some messed up shit to my frenemies during my younger years. One time in middle school, my friends and I poured Snapple and mashed strawberries in a girl’s backpack because we were fighting for absolutely no reason.