Gay man falls in love with woman

I know it doesn't sound like a problem: "You're a man and you're obsessed with women? Have you considered running for president?!" But as a gay man, genetic emphasis on gay, my devotion to the contrary sex has occasionally verged on the extreme.

Of course, according to public understanding of a gay man's official responsibilities, loving women is just my bedazzled cross to bear, the GBFF phenomenon being good documented, if only in its most base terms: Let's go shopping! You are so skinny right now, like, I'm nervous for you! But that cliché—gay men and unbent women, soul mates of the surface and silly—oversimplifies a complex web of unspoken needs and desires.

In each other, both parties find a supposed feeling haven. It's like dancing three feet apart at a seventh-grade sock hop: They're touching, but at arm's length; they're sluggish dancing, but he knows all the lyrics to "Greatest Love of All." Yes, there is obviously some sort of attraction at hand, but the impossibility of ever crossing that line—sex—means they can bask in their magical love bubble with no sense of impending doom, or heartbrea

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