Bromosexual

by Daryl Banner

That’s the shittiest thing about coming out as a gay man. You never do it just once and have the damned thing over with. You have to come out over and over again your whole life. Who do I tell? Who do I not tell? Am I acting too gay? Should I “straighten” up for a certain crowd? Do I let my queer flag wave when it’s a bunch of women around me who are having fun? Do I play “gay bestie” now, or “asexual Ken-doll-crotch buddy”, or just me?