73666437I don’t think I’ve gone out in a bad outfit or an unflattering hairstyle since 1996, the year Hurricane Charlie blew into my life. For a young, friendless—and probably a little corny—thing like I was way back on freshman orientation week, he was a godsend.

It didn’t seem like it at first, though, considering he sauntered up to me in the student union building one day then pointed a manicured finger at my head like we had history, advised me to immediately cease and desist from wearing my hair snatched back in a ponytail and introduced me to the five designer girls flanking him and his forward self. Turns out he had just met them, too, inadvertently recruiting what would become—for half of my first year in college—my little crew (nicknamed “Charlie’s Angels” by some of the more clever guys on campus). Not only was Charlie my inaugural GGF (gay guy friend), he became my personal stylist since he was a fashionisto and progenitor of all things fabulous and wardrobe-ishly correct. Call me a stereotypist if you want, but I’ve discovered that most of them either are or fancy themselves to be.

Nearly thirteen years after that saucy encounter, I have to laugh about letting some six foot tall gay dude roll up on me and give me a public tongue lashing for my quicky hairdo. (If that would’ve been a girl, though, there would be a whole other kind of story to tell, right?) But boy oh boy, has Charlie come in handy over the course of our mutual growth in divadom. Thanks to him, I met and fell in love with a few other guys: Giorgio Armani, Louis Vuitton and Marc Jacobs to name a few. Aside from offering an eye for fashion, an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, he’s exposed me to a host of other bonuses and benefits that come with having a gay guy friend—so many that I now adamantly feel like they are a must-have for every sister.

I know we’re collectively salty over the number of brothers playing for the other team, draining our pool of datable men down to May May, Pookie and them who hang on the block. And that’s a viable complaint. But no number of low cut shirts, booty-hugging jeans or thigh-high skirts are gonna bring these brothers back to Heteroville, so we might as well appreciate and celebrate them for what they are: a must-have companion for every single gal clamoring her way through the dating scene.

Here’s what comes as part of the GGF package:

Like all relationships, the GGF bond can’t be forged or forced, contrived or constructed. It just has to flow. Since there’s so many out there (as any single lady living in Atlanta, DC, Los Angeles or New York can attest), there are that many opportunities for the friendship to flow and flourish naturally and give you a reason to give plenty of snaps for the kids.

Like Us On Facebook Follow Us On Twitter
  • kaydee

    I didn’t know we got to personalize the type of god we put in our lives. (/sarcasm) Basically, I think everyone should respect each other’s sensitivities. Gay men aren’t accessories. What if the situation were reversed? Gay men using straight women as arm candy…to pretend to be dating the straight women whenever being hit on by an unwelcomed man. I love everyone, gay and straight. It is up to GOD to judge and not me. To each its own…

  • Colin

    I thought the whole article was hilarious! Reading and being a Gay male myself I see it as just reinforcing stereotypes of the Gay community. This kind of goes along with what Nova said above, just because you are Gay does not mean you are girl. I do know plenty of my Gay counterparts who are more feminine, wear makeup, get highlights done every two weeks, up to date with fashion, the whole nine yards. I know an equal amount whom are super masuline, play sports, have deep “manly” voices, and no one would ever guess they are guy until they got to know them.
    Overall, while yes I think it is true that we are more sensitive and understanding than most straight males, I think the article is probably not intended to cause harm, I just think people who are uneducated about this topic need to remember that there is a much broader spectrum to being Gay than what is stated in the article.

  • Megan

    Wow. I definitely just thought the article was good for a quick laugh until I read everyone’s comments. I’m inclined to agree with those who are not amused.

    I’d be livid if I was someone’s “Black Friend” because I was [insert racist stereotype here]. I’ll be damned if I make someone feel that way because of who they sleep with.

    Thanks for the perspective.

  • b-

    well said D.