One Gay Man
So, there’s a gay man and he is so sweet and has this really smirky sense of humor and he is smart and reads and while he works at a little neighborhood store, he still has time to do his nails and keeps his hair so cleverly styled. So, I’ve taken to stopping by the little store on my evening walks and he has gone from saying hello to hi to what’s up and now we are talking about things. If all goes well, I’ll have a gay man to hang with. I can’t wait. I know this sounds a little fag haggy or even a little mean and I don’t mean it that way. I love gay men and I think I may have been a gay man in another life or am a gay man inside this middle aged woman’s body. And I know Mr. Zelda is going to be all pissy about me having a man friend because in this society men and women are never friends--only fuck buddies.
You know why I love gay men? They don’t give a fuck. Yes, that’s it.