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Teen Vogue Discovers The Phenomenon Of A Gay Best Friend

Bianca PosterliJuly 12, 2010 //

Forget the must-have IT bag of the season; Teen Vogue has discovered the ultimate trend of the moment — a gay best friend or GBF. The teenybopper glossy has uncovered shocking, groundbreaking news: Girls like to hang out with boys who can dress well, are slightly snarky, will tell you exactly what they think of your outfit, and have a great sense of humor. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had gay best friends my entire life (and they haven’t all fit the perfect gay mold that the mag describes), so I certainly wouldn’t considering this a new “thing.” But thanks to shows like “Glee” and “Ugly Betty,” the GBF has caught the attention of a younger generation, and 15-year-olds all over have discovered the joys of having their own gay best friends. Putting aside, for a sec, that GBFs are a) not new and b) people not accessories, here’s an interesting twist on this non-story: the rise of the in-demand GBFs. Keep reading »

What Does A Girl Have To Do To Get A Gay BFF Around Here?

Wendy AtterberryJanuary 26, 2010 //

As some of you know, nearly four years ago, when I still lived in Chicago, I was set up on a blind date while visiting friends in New York. Things went well; my date and I began a long-distance relationship, I moved to New York a year and a half later, and we were married last July. It’s now been almost two and a half years since I made the move from the Midwest to Manhattan for love, and while much of my life is better than it’s ever been, there’s still one void I have yet to fill: I don’t have any gay guy friends in town. I’ve made some girlfriends, my husband and I have plenty of couple friends, but when it comes to the really important things, like karaoke, watching awards shows, and getting an honest opinion on my hair, I find myself in dire need of a few good gays. Keep reading »

Having A Baby With Your Gay Best Friend: What’s In It For The Ladies?

Wendy AtterberrySeptember 25, 2008 //

For more than a decade, my best friend has been a gay guy. I don’t really even like qualifying him as a “gay guy,” since his gayness is such a non-issue in our relationship and in my perception of him. Part of that may be the type of gay he is, or more accurately, the type of gay he isn’t. He never knows, for example, when it’s Pride weekend, and he doesn’t own anything rainbow, and he doesn’t even like Madonna. He does, however, love “Project Runway” as much as I do and his home is so beautifully designed, it would give Martha Stewart an inferiority complex. Sometimes after we’ve had a few bottles of wine — as we’re known to do — and we’re good and lubricated, he’ll slide in a comment about the possibility of us making a kid together. Usually, it’ll be a remark about what great hair it would have or how it would surely inherit the same square Flintstone feet we both share. I’ll chuckle and reply with some quip about it also inheriting the same flightiness we both have, too, and then I’ll change the subject. Keep reading »