Gay boyfriend’s are the best.

@ Joan Harvest: You must have tons of will-power. There’s nothing wrong with jeans and t-shirts as long as you don’t forget the accessories, dahling.

@ Darla: Here’s your big, juicy virtual kiss!

@ Wendy: What a tragic and heartbreaking story. And more proof that you’re a generous and loving person to have stuck up for a young man who so desperately needed it.

@ Karen: Sounds like I have rather large shoes to fill. Thanks so much for sharing!

@ MBMQ: All these comments make my heart just want to burst right out of my chest. They also remind me of a song. I’ll post the video in a minute…

I don’t think I’ll get into discussing the wonderful friendships that I’ve had with gay boys, and later men (including a couple of roommates)over the years, but my life has been much enriched by them. It’s been vitally important to me to have had friends of the opposite sex who appreciated me simply for who I was as a person, and I think the same was true for them.

What a gift.

We grew apart and eventually lost touch; his dream was to move to NYC and I’m certain he’s there, breaking hearts. My prayer always is that he be happy, healthy, and whole.

Without intending to, he made it hard for every man to follow: no one can live up to the standard he set. Well, that’s not entirely true; Brian can, but then he’s special!

But I did want to add that the best boyfriend I had in junior high and high school was gay. His name was Mark and throughout the years he would ask me to be his girlfriend and I always said yes. This was during the mid-1970s and I know he needed me for self-preservation (from the other boys, including his 12 brothers; he was one of 17 children), he needed to be able to tell people that yes, he really did have a girlfriend and it was me. I don’t think he was kidding anybody at all (he reminds me so much of Jack on Will & Grace), but it didn’t matter because I backed him up and it seemed to stop him from getting beaten up all the time in the locker room. And for my part, I really did adored him. We talked on the phone for hours, shopped endlessly, dissected every movie we saw, and ate fast food like it was our job. He was my on-and-off boyfriend but he was always my friend and I truly did love him even though “our lips never met” beyond a kiss on the cheek. I missed him terribly when after graduation, when he’d finally found his calling as a horse trainer and moved down south to work on the race track circuit. And I was devestated when i found out he died of AIDS three years after graduation. I don’t know why he never called me when he was sick, or even told me he was dying, and the news when I heard it hit me like a brick to the head. He stayed in the South alone, and died, presumably, alone. I still can’t even talk about it really, because it’s baffling and painful and I’ll never have an answer as to why he didn’t contact me.

My point — and I do have one — is that gay boyfriends can break a woman’s heart just as easily as straight boyfriends can.