I was directed to watch a documentary some nights ago by R. It was on quite late, and probably wasn't made so recently to warrant a prime time slot. But it intrigued - so I watched. Ostensibly, it gave the impression that it could indeed be a documentary about myself. It was titled "Fag Hags: Women Who Love Gay Men".
But this was not about women who loved gay men. It was about a few women who were IN LOVE with gay men. I think it screams a lot of a case of pot calling the kettle and so on, but these were women with ISSUES! There was the woman who loved gay men so much that she started her own interest group, for fag hags to get together. There was the woman who married a gay man, after he was so scared of AIDS during the early days of the epidemic. There were so many women who seemed to be in love with these men to avoid forming relationships with available men.
I thought to myself, I am nothing like these women.
I have gay friends whom I love and adore. But not because they are gay. Simply because of who they are. Their sexual preference is of no consideration to my friendship with them, and certainly does not make them any more of an attractive option as a friend than any other person. Persons who are my friends, whom I love, are friends no matter where they put their pink bits.
Of course, where I am similar to these women is the fact that I seem to fall in love with unavailable men. And that DEFINITELY has something to do with them *not* being gay.