I have aways been a fag hag, a trait I share with my sister, although I did not find out about this until recently. My very first boyfriend (at 13?) was gay but clearly not out of the closet yet, not even to himself. I always had gay best friends and slowly, through the years, I got to the point where, when walking into a NYC Gay Pride party at the Ritz with a group of gay friends, I was the one being given shout outs. I even introduced a kid on his first Gay Pride to my posse. Up until two or three years ago I was dancing around in every gay joint in NY, being warmly embraced by Chelsea boys and Christopher Street bears alike. I have been to tattoo contests at the LGBT Community Center and I am now a card carrying Human Rights Campaign member.
I am not sure where the attraction is, but I know for a fact that my life would not be half as enjoyable without my boys. I have fun with them in ways I almost never do with straight guys. Most of them are way more interesting than most straight guys I know (with a few notable exceptions, obviously). More fun. More tender. I was trying to figure this out recently as I am aware if makes no sense to categorize a whole group of people in such a sweeping manner. It is as idiotic to say that gay guys are sweet than to say women cannot drive. I have obviously known petty, shallow, vicious men of the gay persuasion, but they have always been a very small percentage. And when I come to think of it, it boils down to how I feel in their company. It is so easy for me to just click with them. I appreciated the way they treat women, or at least me. I have never been to a gay club without at least 3 or 4 guys welcoming me. Looking after me in the bathroom, introducing their boyfriends to me. Being really kind and courteous. How can I not love it?
So it's no surprise I am so thrilled with the land I bought in Chihuahua and my plans of building a (small) house. It is a nudist beach, and part of it is gay. My neighbors are all gay and wickedly entertaining. They are also good people, which is very important to me. My nearest neighbours, Michael, was my teacher in Switzerland 20 years ago. He is a former dancer in London and Texas, originally from England. I found out, via Facebook, that he is leaving there now with his partner. M.A. and I stayed with him for a few days this year and he has introduced me to my across the street neighbor, a musical director from Chile. I met another friend of his, born in Argentina, who lives most of the year in Florida. And I am sure I will meet so many more. I can't think of a better place to call home, except maybe the rest of the world.
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