"I've never infiltrated another culture before. I don't speak any other languages, I look surprisingly bad in drag, and I can get only about a third of the way through biscuits and gravy with a side of grits before saying something stupid about liking Mexicans. So on a recent trip to New York, I jumped at the chance to stay at the Out NYC, Manhattan's new gay hotel, since I realized it might be my only opportunity to try out being homosexual without trying the only part of the lifestyle I'm not into, which is the sex part. I love the catty banter, the brunches, the gym workouts, the modern aesthetic, the not having to deal with women. What I did in the privacy of my hotel room the other men would never have to know about.
But as I rolled my luggage toward the hotel, I started to get nervous. Maybe they'd all notice my unwaxed chest and paunch and tell me to leave. Or maybe without straight people holding them back, they would act in some kind of supergay way so incredibly gay, I couldn't even imagine it."
By Joel Stein/ TIME /continue reading
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An interesting article.
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