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Apr. 18th, 2007 09:27 pmWhen I was in college, I had a gay boyfriend. Not a gay boyfriend in the "Oh My God, Oprah - my boyfriend likes dick!" sort of way - nope, this was an openly gay man. How did he become my boyfriend? Well, we were both single - so we decided to be each other's boyfriend/girlfriend, until one or both of us found somebody.
We'd met in Human Sexuality class - the two misfits. Together, we had our "Dumb Blonde" and "Sex Goddess" - his were Anna Nicole Smith and Annie Sprinkle. Mine were Pamela Anderson and Susie Bright. He'd shared his copies of On Our Backs; The Good Vibrations Guide to Sex and his music - Pansy Division, and Cyborgasm - a collection of erotic stories - with me.
After classes, we'd get together and ride around St. Louis - going to the movies (seeing Showgirls with him and one of his friends was a campy good time); going to gay bars and running around some of the neighborhoods.
I always liked gay men. It might have been the connection between gay men and fat girls, but whatever it was, I've always liked hanging around them. We'd have a nice little Mutual Admiration Society going on - and I think some of them liked me because I was a "safe" fag hag/flame dame. Being queer meant that I wouldn't try to come onto them or anything. Sure, they actually liked women - especially the breasts (really!) - in a platonic sense only. And a few I've met were quite "anti-woman", referring to them in perjorative terms - even while I was around. Then again, they were fairly young, and newly out...
Anyways, I love my gay boys - and they seem to like me, too. :-) It's a very good thing.
We'd met in Human Sexuality class - the two misfits. Together, we had our "Dumb Blonde" and "Sex Goddess" - his were Anna Nicole Smith and Annie Sprinkle. Mine were Pamela Anderson and Susie Bright. He'd shared his copies of On Our Backs; The Good Vibrations Guide to Sex and his music - Pansy Division, and Cyborgasm - a collection of erotic stories - with me.
After classes, we'd get together and ride around St. Louis - going to the movies (seeing Showgirls with him and one of his friends was a campy good time); going to gay bars and running around some of the neighborhoods.
I always liked gay men. It might have been the connection between gay men and fat girls, but whatever it was, I've always liked hanging around them. We'd have a nice little Mutual Admiration Society going on - and I think some of them liked me because I was a "safe" fag hag/flame dame. Being queer meant that I wouldn't try to come onto them or anything. Sure, they actually liked women - especially the breasts (really!) - in a platonic sense only. And a few I've met were quite "anti-woman", referring to them in perjorative terms - even while I was around. Then again, they were fairly young, and newly out...
Anyways, I love my gay boys - and they seem to like me, too. :-) It's a very good thing.
