Today a friend and I

Today a friend and I went downtown and ate at a great Meditteranean restaurant, Andie's, and shopped at Women and Children First, the feminist bookstore on Clark street.
On the ride home we started talking about gay men, and the point came up that I am in fact, a fag hag. I seem to get along with gay men better than just about everyone else in the world. I mean, I like all gay men. Even the super-queeny ones. They're so much better than women. I have women friends, and I like them very much, but things are so much happier when a couple of gay men are in your life. Frankly, sometimes I wish that some of the straight men in my life that I don't get along with were gay. Things would be so much easier.
I can't really pinpoint what I like about gay men. Maybe it's the perfect combination (in many gay men I've met) of the emotional and rational. And I can't lie, many of the gay men I've known have liked to shop. I myself adore the shopping. And gay men always know what looks good. Unlike my beloved boyfriend, who says EVERYTHING looks fine. When in fact, black and brown really do not go together. (He's getting better, due to the fact that I watch What Not To Wear while he's in the room.)
I miss gay men, to tell you the truth. I don't have much contact with them nowadays, since my two closest gay friends seem to have dropped off the face of the earth, at least as far as I'm concerned.
I'm looking, so if you're interested, I'd be more than happy to be your devoted fag hag.