Is Being a Best Friend Allows you to have a Life?-Like Will&Grace?
In many ways, I am a bad gay. For much of my adult
(and adolescent) life, I have been surrounded by girls
clawing to lay claim to me as their Gay Best Friend
(GBF). But the truth is, it is a title I’m not keen to
give out so easily. And while many of the girls I know
have their own merits that warrant them as a contender,
I’m more inclined to think there’s enough
gay in me to go around:
Can’t they all have a bit?
Can’t I be shared?
And if not, why can’t E4 commission a TV show that has all my possible ‘fag hags’ battling it outa
la Gladiators until we have a winner? But, you see, there’s the rub: I said ‘fag hag’, and that’s a
term that has slowly been rejected in favour of ‘GBF’ to describe the homo – as opposed to the
girl – in the gay-boy/straight-girl conundrum.
la Gladiators until we have a winner? But, you see, there’s the rub: I said ‘fag hag’, and that’s a
term that has slowly been rejected in favour of ‘GBF’ to describe the homo – as opposed to the
girl – in the gay-boy/straight-girl conundrum.
Oh yes, we (the gays) don’t own the girls anymore: we belong to them. Twenty-first-century
women – strong, independent, Stylist-reading, Manolo Blahnik-wearing women – have
rebuffed the ‘fag hag’ mumbo-jumbo and instead coined a phrase that places them in the driving
seat. And good for them. You can, after all, forgive the average heterosexual lady for taking
umbrage at the original term. In Grandmaster Flash’s seminal hip-hop classic The Message,
for instance, the ‘fag hag’ character isn’t doing so well. ‘Crazy lady livin’ in a bag/Eatin’
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag,’ Joseph Sadler tells us. And it gets worse:
‘She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own.’ Not great is it? And, in Fame, which
gave us one of the term’s first appearances in the mainstream’s vernacular, the resident hag was D
oris, who, let’s be honest, had awful hair.
women – strong, independent, Stylist-reading, Manolo Blahnik-wearing women – have
rebuffed the ‘fag hag’ mumbo-jumbo and instead coined a phrase that places them in the driving
seat. And good for them. You can, after all, forgive the average heterosexual lady for taking
umbrage at the original term. In Grandmaster Flash’s seminal hip-hop classic The Message,
for instance, the ‘fag hag’ character isn’t doing so well. ‘Crazy lady livin’ in a bag/Eatin’
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag,’ Joseph Sadler tells us. And it gets worse:
‘She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own.’ Not great is it? And, in Fame, which
gave us one of the term’s first appearances in the mainstream’s vernacular, the resident hag was D
oris, who, let’s be honest, had awful hair.
So, if ‘fag hag’ equates to bad hair, endless Irene Cara and eventual prostitution, you can
understand why the women have had enough. I knew a girl once who took such offence
to the term that she rebuffed it completely, instead opting to call me her ‘fag bangle’.
Apparently, I was her gay accessory. I kind of liked it.
understand why the women have had enough. I knew a girl once who took such offence
to the term that she rebuffed it completely, instead opting to call me her ‘fag bangle’.
Apparently, I was her gay accessory. I kind of liked it.
And while I know we shouldn’t have favourites, I do; especially the female friend of mine
(Lucy*) whose colleagues don’t actually know my real name but merely know me as
‘Gay Best Friend’ and refer to me as such in Facebook updates, status comments and
Tweets directed at our drunken, ridiculous antics.
(Lucy*) whose colleagues don’t actually know my real name but merely know me as
‘Gay Best Friend’ and refer to me as such in Facebook updates, status comments and
Tweets directed at our drunken, ridiculous antics.
Will & Grace is to blame, mostly: or, at least, Jack and Karen. And the list of pop
culture Gay Best Friends is endless, in fact: Carrie and Stanford, Linda and Tom, TOWIE’s
Harry and Amy, George and Geri… Well, maybe not George and Geri, but you see the point.
In short, girls and gays belong together. And yes, while the obvious connection is the shared
penchant for cock, there’s definitely more to it than that.
culture Gay Best Friends is endless, in fact: Carrie and Stanford, Linda and Tom, TOWIE’s
Harry and Amy, George and Geri… Well, maybe not George and Geri, but you see the point.
In short, girls and gays belong together. And yes, while the obvious connection is the shared
penchant for cock, there’s definitely more to it than that.
There is, apparently, actually some science behind it all too. Anonymous Daily Mail ‘experts’
claim that ‘gay men offer females an insight into both worlds’, whatever that means. According
to a recent Mailarticle ‘a gay man notices everything, in the way that your girlfriends might
but your man probably won’t … You might ask your partner how you look in your gorgeous
new top and he’ll just grunt: “Ok”,’ reads the article, ‘But your gay friend will notice how
it brings out the colour of your eyes and go on to suggest the perfect skirt and shoes to wear
with it.’ That’s right, Mail, all us gays are good for is a spot of fashion advice…
claim that ‘gay men offer females an insight into both worlds’, whatever that means. According
to a recent Mailarticle ‘a gay man notices everything, in the way that your girlfriends might
but your man probably won’t … You might ask your partner how you look in your gorgeous
new top and he’ll just grunt: “Ok”,’ reads the article, ‘But your gay friend will notice how
it brings out the colour of your eyes and go on to suggest the perfect skirt and shoes to wear
with it.’ That’s right, Mail, all us gays are good for is a spot of fashion advice…
The article also suggests that, because sex has been removed from the GBF equation, unlike
when you’re dealing with a friendship between a heterosexual man and woman (When Harry
Met Sally, anyone?) or two gay men, come to think of it, these relationships (females and gay
men) offer a unique honesty. ‘You can rest assured that your GBF will never let you get away
with anything. Just as he won’t hesitate to tell you when you look great, if you’re having a
horrendous hair day or you’ve just fixed that run in your tights with nail varnish, hoping
no-one would notice, he will.’
when you’re dealing with a friendship between a heterosexual man and woman (When Harry
Met Sally, anyone?) or two gay men, come to think of it, these relationships (females and gay
men) offer a unique honesty. ‘You can rest assured that your GBF will never let you get away
with anything. Just as he won’t hesitate to tell you when you look great, if you’re having a
horrendous hair day or you’ve just fixed that run in your tights with nail varnish, hoping
no-one would notice, he will.’
And while these stereotypes are tired and cliché, my friends and I (at least) are suckers for the
best of them: after all, it’s nice to be able to define a friendship on your ability to drink copious
amounts of Pinot Grigio on a Sunday afternoon. Or your ability to completely ignore the fact
you don’t really have a long-term plan and are, actually, as your parents keep telling you, just
‘floundering’. Or your ability to sing Gleesongs completely off-key, convinced you sound way
better than Rachel Berry and co, and then to cry, uncontrollably, because you haven’t had a
date in six months and REALLY DON’T CARE ANYWAY. And, honestly, who else can a girl
do that better with than with a gay man?
best of them: after all, it’s nice to be able to define a friendship on your ability to drink copious
amounts of Pinot Grigio on a Sunday afternoon. Or your ability to completely ignore the fact
you don’t really have a long-term plan and are, actually, as your parents keep telling you, just
‘floundering’. Or your ability to sing Gleesongs completely off-key, convinced you sound way
better than Rachel Berry and co, and then to cry, uncontrollably, because you haven’t had a
date in six months and REALLY DON’T CARE ANYWAY. And, honestly, who else can a girl
do that better with than with a gay man?
Ultimately, we might not all want to be the next Gok Wan, doling out capsule wardrobe tips
just because we can, and we might not all feel the need to re-enact Jack and Karen’s best bits
on loop; but there’s no denying that the gay man really is a girl’s best friend. You can forget
the diamonds. And the fag bangle.
just because we can, and we might not all feel the need to re-enact Jack and Karen’s best bits
on loop; but there’s no denying that the gay man really is a girl’s best friend. You can forget
the diamonds. And the fag bangle.
As writer Armistead Maupin, author of Tales of the City and creator of some of literature’s
greatest gays and fag hags, wrote in the foreword to the book Girls Who Like Boys Who
Like Boys, ‘I shared everything [with my fag hags]: my exploits at the baths and the
heartbreak that inevitably followed when I tried to turn playmates into lovers. I was
braving the masculine wilderness for the first time and it helped immensely to have
women on my side.’
greatest gays and fag hags, wrote in the foreword to the book Girls Who Like Boys Who
Like Boys, ‘I shared everything [with my fag hags]: my exploits at the baths and the
heartbreak that inevitably followed when I tried to turn playmates into lovers. I was
braving the masculine wilderness for the first time and it helped immensely to have
women on my side.’
For me and Lucy that idea of sharing has always been paramount to the beauty of our
friendship. In the early days she once walked in on me having a bath (I had forgotten
to lock the bathroom door), commented on how nice the water looked, and hopped in
with me. You can’t get much closer than sharing bathwater. At the same time.
friendship. In the early days she once walked in on me having a bath (I had forgotten
to lock the bathroom door), commented on how nice the water looked, and hopped in
with me. You can’t get much closer than sharing bathwater. At the same time.
More recently, at a mutual friend’s wedding, as the final dance approached, the DJ ordered
everyone to grab a partner. We, inevitably, grabbed each other. With a flourish and a
mock-indignation, we began to spin each other around the dance floor: ‘Oh great! Me
and the gay!’ she cried, as all our friends partnered up. ‘Oh great! Me and the single girl!’
came my reply.
everyone to grab a partner. We, inevitably, grabbed each other. With a flourish and a
mock-indignation, we began to spin each other around the dance floor: ‘Oh great! Me
and the gay!’ she cried, as all our friends partnered up. ‘Oh great! Me and the single girl!’
came my reply.
The truth was we couldn’t have been happier. It was an honour
to dance by her side.
to dance by her side.
*Name changed to protect identity. And her job.
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