I am an overweight gay male. That sentence alone carries a lot of meaning (pun intended). That is a death sentence when it comes to socializing and achieving romantically as a gay man. I have known this for a while. Overweight gay men are allowed to love certain men but are banished from the upper echelons of gay society. Are you emotionally damaged? Okay, join the party. Are you an alcoholic? The more the merrier. Do you have a few extra pounds? No. Do not pass go. Do not collect two-hundred dollars. You have to go.
Fact: I am a bipolar gay man. A common side-effect of most bipolar medications is weight gain. God knows I have tried to lose weight, but I have to work three times as hard to shed every ounce of fat on my body.
Fact: It has been seven years since my last relationship. I’m fine for an afternoon of fun but do you want to put a ring on it? Hell no. My little black book is full of phone numbers good for a night. That is the expiration date I am most familiar with.
The gay community is one that runs on inclusiveness. Give us your tired, your fabulous, your chiseled masses, but those with more to love be damned. That is the reality of our community. We should be ashamed. While women are striving to embrace body types of all shapes and sizes, we can only count to six abdomens. For shame. Inclusiveness be damned if it’s not truly inclusive. That’s my take away from my twelve years as an openly gay man. I will continue to strive to be my best self, but know, it’s not for any of you judgmental gays. I love myself at this size. I love myself fifty pounds lighter. Can you say the same? If you can’t, how full of pride can you really be?