In high school, I had a best friend named Clark who was the school's best dresser and had the most incredible taste in boys. Yes, Clark was my first gay friend, and the first time I found myself being called a "Fag Hag", a term I endear. Together Clark and I were always a team, I was his "All American Girl" and he was my "Gaysian" (as he was my only gay and Asian friend at the time). Clark and I would shop together, sing Nora Jones lyrics in my car, lay on my bed and draw wedding dresses (which freaked my dad out), spend countless nights at home renting Margret Cho dvds, and hit up the town to check out guys at the local gay club. We spent hours laughing at ourselves, whining over being lonely with no love, and updating each other on life's latest gossip. He was my partner in crime who always made me feel beautiful and alive. As we grew older Clark had a higher calling, he moved on to the big leagues of NYC after college to pursue his career as a fashion designer and never looked back. He left me here in Dallas without any gay to call my own. Since then a piece of me has been missing, and my wardrobe has not looked the same...
My mission in 2011 is to find candidates to fill my position of best gay friend. I need someone who doesn't take himself too serious, and can promise to be honest with me when I look like a hot mess! This friend must be willing to attend drag shows, weddings, chick flicks, and local trips to wine bars. He must have a high level of integrity when it comes to style. He also must like to talk on the phone. I in return will be there to attend his killer Halloween parties, help him check out guys at the gym, and his number one go to girl.
Clark if you're reading this I miss you, and still expect you to hold up your promise of making my wedding dress some day...
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