Or does Bro-Mo sound better? Now, I’m sure we are all familiar with the phrase “fag-hag” made popular by the inspirational ginger Miss Debra Messing on the iconic show “Will and Grace”. The term refers to a straight woman that is completely enamored with gay man/men in her life; so much so that she falls in love with them. The fag-hag in question then secretly prays and wishes that their gay best friend will forgo their homosexual-like tendencies and marry her and provide her with beautifully hygienic and artistically creative children. I actually had a number of self-identified fag-hag friends in high school, which was fabulous, except when they personally held you responsible for every smart, attractive, well-dressed man being gay. I always responded with “honey they might be gay, but their not gay for me, so in the end what sucks more?” The phrase fag-hag caused such a stir that straight men began to appropriate aspects of gay culture and incorporated it into their daily routine including stylizing their hair, wearing tight fitting jeans and graphic tees, and showering on a semi-regular basis. Thus a generation of metrosexuals was born into the world.

As of late, I have noticed a great deal of shifting social perspectives, especially when it comes to sexuality and gender. People are now becoming more comfortable with the sexuality and gender expressions of their friends and family, but also with themselves as well – specifically the straight men in my life. I noticed that the many of the straight men in my life do not feel the need to assert nor defend their heterosexuality when it is questioned or threatened. I now routinely hear about the “man crushes” that my straight male friends will have for such dashing and debonair individuals as Daniel Craig and Hugh Jackman. Suddenly the face of the typical straight male is a very different one than I experienced ten, even five, years ago. It’s really incredible and awe-inspiring to see.

However, most recently, I realized that I am gay male equivalent of a “fag hag” – I tried to come up with a clever title and all I got so far is a “Mo Bro” or a “Bro Mo”. Now I understand the plight and aggravation of the heterosexual women. These straight men in my life, whom I all adore so much, can make life so frustrating sometimes. They tell you they love, tell you that in an alternate universe the two of you would be together, drunkenly make out with you in public and sing epic duets together and then at the end of night go have sex with women. Though they profess they are straight, they are just gay enough to keep the hope burning alive that perhaps someday they will decide they like men and women – and luckily being a drag queen, I can fulfill both sets of needs. The best part is when I’m having “girl talk” with the boys and talking about the ridiculous things girl do sometimes – admit it ladies, sometimes it’s a little obnoxious – and I nonchalantly mention that if I was their girlfriend I would blow them every single day and then would grill them a steak. That usually gives them a moment’s pause and makes them think about changing their lifestyle.

Random tangent; I have a fun new show idea, “Bill and Jace.” Best friends from college, who at one time attempted to drunkenly hook up and Bill decided that he was straight and Jace has never really gotten over it. They live in San Francisco in a beautiful little flat. The landlord is this boozehound of a woman named Sharon. Bill has a best friend named Mac, who has an eccentric hippie personality, and repeatedly gets the more stable and boring Bill into trouble. I think we have a hit series on our hands.