This one is from the best writer in America today. Me.
Who needs straight men when gay guys think you’re fabulous just the way you are, and don’t want to take advantage of you?
Of course, I’m a little biased at the moment. I just met the most intriguing gay man in the Castro. He gave me his number. I gave him my number. Maybe it’ll never turn into anything, but I’m hoping we can hang out, and have fun. I think that’s what I need now, more than anything – someone who loves me for the fucked up mess that I am, and doesn’t want me to be anything more or less than that. It’s the perfect symbiotic relationship: gay man/straight woman. I don’t know why it works so well, but it just does.
I’m looking for blind admiration and fruitless flirting here, folks.