Becoming a Gay Stereotype Feels Amazing
Being flamboyant is fabulous
I’m becoming more of a gay stereotype by the day. My walk is getting sassier, I sometimes notice a little extra limpness in my wrist, and I unironically say things like, “Girl, you are looking glamorous right now.” I even bought my first skirt a week ago.
But the gayest thing about me may be how much I love the song Dance the Night by Dua Lipa.
It’s a fun, fabulous ditty that fills me up with joy, and it makes me want to sing and dance my fruity little heart out. Or, if I may quote the woman herself, it makes me want to “Dance the night away.”
I listen to the song A LOT. I hadn’t even heard of it until I saw the Barbie movie a couple months ago, and it’s already my tenth most played song of the year.
And I assure you, this is a sharp left turn from what I had been listening to.
It’s definitely fair to characterize my past listening habits as “incredibly straight”. There wasn’t a single flamboyant beat to be found on my phone. There was nothing that would make you say, “Slay, you fabulous king!”
And I have found that joy I’ve experienced from these fabulous tracks has only increased as I’ve grown more comfortable with my gayness.
