Fag Stags
I have a new Fag Stag and I love him.
Ok, if you don't know what a Fag Stag is, let me explain.
I'm pretty sure everyone knows what a Fag Hag is; but just in case you live somewhere like Calgary and aren't up on lingo from the past 20 years, I'll explain my definitions.
A Fag Hag is an overly large female who is attached at a gay man's hip, goes with him to the clubs, gets very drunk, usually loses her purse/shoes/dignity and keeps her fag from hooking up. She is also there at all times of crisis/joy and is a fag's best friend.
This is not to be confused with a Personal Diva (or fairy princess) who is a fabulous, gorgeous, and will attract scores of gay men at a bar. She's the best shopping/lunch/brunch pal a gay man can have, though her own personal life sometimes interfers with "going out" time with her gay man.
Now we have the Fag Stag. This is a STRAIGHT GUY who is very secure in his own sexuality and realizes that gay men are the most fun creatures to be around on Earth. It also helps that we usually have scads of attractive women around us for him to hook up with (discreetly of course). A Fag Stag will flirt with his fag, pretend to be his boyfriend in times of need (like when the ugly crazy man won't leave you alone at the bar), teach his fag about sports, car motor repair, etc. All the while staying on the other side of that thin, but defined, sexual line. A Fag Stag is the best bud you can have...just please don't fall in love with him.
Whew..now we've all learned our vocab for the day.
I was very very lucky back in Austin to have a great Fag Stag. B had a lake house, ski boat, jet ski, and loved wine as much as I do. I miss him alot. It's great to have a friend you can just be a guy with, and I never really had that growing up. As a kid, knowing I was different, I shyed away from other boys and "boy things" like sports or hunting or anything like that becuase I felt I didn't fit in. As a young adult after coming out, I was so wrapped up in "being gay" that I never wanted to do any of those things. Now, as I'm more mature (ha!) its nice to reclaim some of that "guyness" that I've never had, and bond with another guy without all the sex stuff. B was a great outlet for all that.
But then I moved far way to The City.
Now, I have great friends here. Big GAY great friends and I love them. Since I've moved here though, I've felt like something was missing. I've been chalking it up to homesickness, missing my family, friends, etc. But last night I met a guy, a straight guy, and I realize today that I miss my straight boyz.
So G, you have some big shoes to fill. I hope we have a lot of fun toghther. I hope you take your shirt off a lot as well. ;)
Ok, if you don't know what a Fag Stag is, let me explain.
I'm pretty sure everyone knows what a Fag Hag is; but just in case you live somewhere like Calgary and aren't up on lingo from the past 20 years, I'll explain my definitions.
A Fag Hag is an overly large female who is attached at a gay man's hip, goes with him to the clubs, gets very drunk, usually loses her purse/shoes/dignity and keeps her fag from hooking up. She is also there at all times of crisis/joy and is a fag's best friend.
This is not to be confused with a Personal Diva (or fairy princess) who is a fabulous, gorgeous, and will attract scores of gay men at a bar. She's the best shopping/lunch/brunch pal a gay man can have, though her own personal life sometimes interfers with "going out" time with her gay man.
Now we have the Fag Stag. This is a STRAIGHT GUY who is very secure in his own sexuality and realizes that gay men are the most fun creatures to be around on Earth. It also helps that we usually have scads of attractive women around us for him to hook up with (discreetly of course). A Fag Stag will flirt with his fag, pretend to be his boyfriend in times of need (like when the ugly crazy man won't leave you alone at the bar), teach his fag about sports, car motor repair, etc. All the while staying on the other side of that thin, but defined, sexual line. A Fag Stag is the best bud you can have...just please don't fall in love with him.
Whew..now we've all learned our vocab for the day.
I was very very lucky back in Austin to have a great Fag Stag. B had a lake house, ski boat, jet ski, and loved wine as much as I do. I miss him alot. It's great to have a friend you can just be a guy with, and I never really had that growing up. As a kid, knowing I was different, I shyed away from other boys and "boy things" like sports or hunting or anything like that becuase I felt I didn't fit in. As a young adult after coming out, I was so wrapped up in "being gay" that I never wanted to do any of those things. Now, as I'm more mature (ha!) its nice to reclaim some of that "guyness" that I've never had, and bond with another guy without all the sex stuff. B was a great outlet for all that.
But then I moved far way to The City.
Now, I have great friends here. Big GAY great friends and I love them. Since I've moved here though, I've felt like something was missing. I've been chalking it up to homesickness, missing my family, friends, etc. But last night I met a guy, a straight guy, and I realize today that I miss my straight boyz.
So G, you have some big shoes to fill. I hope we have a lot of fun toghther. I hope you take your shirt off a lot as well. ;)
posted by Kelicious at 3:52 PM
9 Comments:
I know exactly what you mean. I had a friend like this once too. He admitted that before he met me, he was somewhat homophobic, but changed when he became my friend. That was so flattering. I felt like I had reached someone. He was VERY athletic, and totally my opposite but we really did well as friends. Now he is married, I haven't talked to him in years but I hope he is well and hope that he is someone's FagStag. Its strange how people drift in and out of each others life. I wonder why we came into each others. Was it to teach one of us a lesson? Both of us? I don’t know but the feeling was great to have someone that was MEGA JOCK to accept me as a person no matter what. And it didn’t hurt that he was HOT!
Memories....hmmm
I live here and didn't know what a fag stag was. Hmmm..
I do wanna a disco horse, tho.
Fag stags are also great when you need things done around your house that you can't/don't know how to do. As long as you feed them a good meal and supply plenty of beer !! We had one but he moved back to the mainland.:(
I need one of those! I left my dozen high school mal straight friends in Colorado and have to get one for here. I aodr you all but your right, we need a hetro here and there. In all honesty Chox seems a bit like one, but isnt. He seems a lot like my old straight friends. Now I have a new project. Thank you for the post and gettinmg me thinking about it.
I agree entirely on the need for a Fag Stag - I have one myself and it makes a world of difference. Good to hear you're finding one again. :)
You said you love him. Well if you love him so much you should marry him. /pee wee moment
Very funny post and blog. We loves it.
Can you tell me why it seems so unfair that gay boys are sooo much more atractive than straight ones? Usually. My hubby is a hottie, but, I love him so that means I have to think he's a hottie. It seems like the biggest tease ever! Am I right or am I right?
Hotness is all relative. I know PLENTY of uber hot totally straight men. I think its' the desire of what we can't have that you are refering too.
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