Communication is a huge part of any relationship but for lesbians it seems to take on a whole other concept; in lesbian relationships, talking is no less important than breathing.
I confess, I was once a miserable gay man, and I still am from time to time. But, for the most part I’ve found practices for staying mindful about the things that pull me under.
Is it really in the 21st Century?
Initially I came to this community searching for love, intimacy and brotherhood. In return, I got shade, infidelity, loneliness and disunity. The self-loathing in this community forces you to encounter a series of broken men who are self-destructive, hurtful, cruel and vindictive towards one another.
The fallout from this statement was swift, and McGowan has since attempted to apologize. However, I think a large point and a chance to evaluate the LGBTQ movement were sorely missed through all the anger and hurt.
Gay men are singlehandedly propping up the waxing, gym, and tanning industries. There is a culture of physical perfection that is pervasive among men who sleep with men. With lesbians, looks count for a lot less.
In the summer of 2005, there were no hot dogs in a Super Fresh in suburban Philadelphia that had not been touched by an eighteen-year-old who really liked penises.
You will look through your Facebook friend list, looking for a friend you feel trusted enough to tell things to but then realize all of them are not really homo-friendly.
Yes, I do think it’s better to be out. It’s great to tell a group of my straight friends at a party, “You know what would make this party better? Diversity!” But like, who am I or anyone else to tell someone else, “You need to be out. Trust me, it gets better”?
She furtively tries to set him up with another member of her gay posse, which produces disastrous results, quickly learning that gay man + gay man is not a simple recipe for success (or sex).