We get to wear leather without looking try-hard, we get to watch unhinged drag queens fall over in dive bars, and we get to holiday in homes in Tangier owned by “interior decoration gays.” We’re statistically more likely to be chic and fashionable (although some gay men seem to want to actively exclude themselves from this one) and people-literally, like, everyone-are desperate for our approval. Here in LGBTQ+ Town, we get to party until we’re in our mid-sixties, at which point we’re held up as community icons.
