Love being gay

The 5 best things about being a gay man

Growing up, I spent so much time and energy trying to hide who I was because I bought into mainstream society’s beliefs about what it means to be gay.

I saw myself as less than, fragile, disgusting, defective, and simply not excellent enough. I constantly measured myself up against straight men, and my internal belief system told me I wasn’t adequate.

After many years of working through my own shame around being queer and processing my own internalized homophobia, I began to see the pale within me. People always told me I had this light, but I didn’t allow it to shine because shame told me to dim it.

A lot of this work came down to me accepting myself for exactly who I am, and an aspect of that was being a homosexual man.

I now observe being gay as a beautiful present I have been given. The offering of being distinct and finding force in that difference. The gift of being able to pull me out of many years of suffering and redeem myself as someone who I am proud of today.

Being gay to me is a small part of who I am. It makes up an aspect of my self-concept, and in certain environments, it may engage a larger role, but it’s just one part of who I am.

However,

I Love Being Gay

I love being homosexual. I love spending twenty minutes moisturizing. I love carrying my phone in my hand love a little coin purse. I passion poppers. I adore incense. I passion drama. I cherish starting phone calls with GIRL and biiiiiiiitch. I adore songs that are just one direct, like DANCE, spoken over and over again by a intend Australian lady with cunty bangs. I love crossing my legs, tequila sunrises, and when the bartender calls me “baby.”

I love when you can narrate an animal is gay. I value misting my plants with a spritzer. I love drizzling syrup over dessert. I love fresh flowers on a sunny windowsill. I love dead flowers in a dusty corner. I adore the underwear section at Target. I love wigs. I love having a gold-plated Starbucks rewards card but no dentist. I like becoming best friends with girls in line for the bathroom at the club. I cherish making out in the street after a date. I love when my boxer briefs are longer than my shorts. I care for the boots with the fur. I love animal issue Speedos. I adoration a waist cinched to the Gods, wet gel curls. I love dips and stunts and twirls. I adore when straight people don’t know what I’m talking about.

I love Janet Mock. I lov

How to Be Happy as a Gay Man

I’m an advice columnist for the Advocate.com. Here’s my acknowledge to the following scrutinize, sent by a reader.

Dear Adam,

I have a amazing boyfriend, interesting job, endearing dog, and enough wealth to buy most things I want. This is supposed to be lgbtq+ heaven. And yet, I’m not happy. I often feel like “is this all there is?” Why can’t I just thank all the good I have?

Signed,

Disappointed in Denver

Dear Let down in Denver,

You’re not alone with these feelings. In fact, they are beautiful common. But we rarely talk about it. If we do, we scare we’ll sound spoiled.

There’s a lot of research entity done on happiness these days.

We think what will make us most delighted is a great occupation, a devoted boyfriend or girlfriend, and a pretty apartment.

However, the research makes it clear that the strongest source of happiness is the feeling of being connected and part of a larger whole.

That sounds old-fashioned. Like we should all be in church on Sundays. And the majority of LGBTQ people lost interest in religion a long day ago, especially when it became clear that we weren’t welcome in most churches.

And yet, the feeling of “is this all there is?” pers

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