I decided to get out of town for the weekend. You know, head to the country where my cell phone doesn’t get service, my computer doesn’t get internet and my hair doesn’t get…clean.

And, obviously, on this particular weekend huge things happened in the world of pop culture and entertainment, which leave me with hundreds of emails and tons of voicemails upon my return. Note: hair extremely greasy.

Um. Dumbledore is gay!?

What? How on earth did I miss that? I mean, really; how the hell did I miss that?

I have read every single Harry Potter book…3 times.

I majored in English in college, meaning I learned the art of reading between the lines in all sorts of texts.

I am a total fag-hag and love (absolutely adore) gay men.

If anyone should have seen that one coming it would have been me.

I am not saying that I am some genius (though, if you would like to think of me as one I am more than happy to agree), but I am saying that I am always on the lookout for interesting sub-plots and the meaning behind everything an author writes. Especially when it involves fabulous and powerful gay men.

So, if JK had indeed intended Dumbledore to be gay from the beginning, I would have seen it. And I did not. There was no pink décor in Dumbledore’s office. There were no saucy memories of late nights in Hogsmeade’s most hoppin’ gay bars floating around the Penseive. There wasn’t even an inkling of interest between Dumbles (as I like to call him) and Cedric Diggory, and how could any gay man not fall for that boy’s eyes, not to mention his skills on the Quiddich pitch? Read More »

I have been called many things in my life (bitch, fattie, thicker than a buttermilk biscuit), but one name that I wear with pride is “fag hag.”

Some people might be offended by the title, but not me; I can’t help that I love hanging out with fabulous people and more often than not gay men fall into that category. I also can’t help the fact that I went to school in one of the most liberal cities in the country and was just surrounded by ‘em.

What can I say? I love gay men. They are fun to shop with, great to dine with and just all around the best people to hang out with when you need a laugh or someone to cry to when their masculine brethren treat you like crap.

Unfortunately, since leaving college I have been unable to feed my gay-man addiction. And I am dying. DYING. Every guy I meet needs to flex his muscles and talk about sports. I need someone to talk Chanel with, damnit!

Anyways, in my quest to find new gay men to hang out with I hit the internet. No, I didn’t pass myself off as a gay man looking for love on Match.com (though that would have been super fabulous, no?).

In fact, I didn’t even mean to actively look for a gay best friend…that would be totally pathetic. I mean, I am slightly pathetic for even being upset about the lack of gay men in my life, but I have standards. And they definitely don’t include hitting the internet in search of friends. Read More »