Okay, my fag hag is my best friend.
I used to live in Toronto when i was younger, between grades 8 and 10. This is where she lived also. We both switched schools each year, and went to the same school each time. Yet, for the first two years i was there, we did not talk. We didnt like each other because we knew each other through a mutual "friend" who we both secretly found annoying, so we assumed each other would be annoying too.
First day of grade 10, she, the "friend" and I went out for lunch. The friend went to the washroom, and then we started talking and she instantly told me that she was bisexual. I thought, cool, she seems interesting. Needless to say, we became inseperable, and the mutual friend was left in the dust.
After grade 10, i left toronto to return to vancouver and had to say goodbye. We saw each other one year later in the summer. But then, we kind of lost touch and stopped talking.
4 years pass, and we barely communicated at all, apart from an email here and there.
Then, April 2008, i get a job offer in Montreal, and they were flying me out for an interview, which is where she had moved for school. So i email her and say, "maybe we should meet up". She said, while ur here for the interview, just stay with me.
We were both so nervous to see each other for the first time in so long because we both remembered each other as we were when we were younger, and we both remembered each other as rather intense personalities.
She met me at the airport, and soon as she saw me she started screaming "that's not you" and then jumped up into my arms. We instantly were best friends again within 5 minutes. Again, we were totally inseperable.
Now, to explain, at this time, I was in the closet regarding my sexuality. Two people in my life were aware, one was my other great friend who was going to school on the other side of the country, and the other was my cousin who got me really drunk in London and got a straight answer out of me. So before I went to Montreal, i decided that seeing her for the first time in so long, I want to see her on a new level, and so i decided to tell her before i arrived in Montreal that i was gay. I considered telling her in person, but i wanted the first time she saw me to be seeing me for who i am totally.
Well, turns out that she was already a fag hag. She is bisexual, and a wild personality, a total free spirit. She also found straight men to be extremely boring, so she chose to surround herself with gay men. So i arrive, and it turns out, almost all of her friends are gay.
I got the job, and then decided to stay and spend the summer in Montreal. so i found a place to stay, and moved there. then my friend had to move, and found a place one block away. we were basically attached at the hip once again.
So i was instantly thrown into gay life, and with the best person possible as a friend at my side. She was there for my entire process of coming out, which i did near the end of the summer, while in montreal, making phone calls back home to vancouver informing freinds and family.
She has often been there for men while they are in the process of coming out, or just discovering that they are gay. For that reason, i don't call her a fag hag, but rather, a "Fag Aid".
And my fag aid, is my best friend. If i was straight, id marry her, but im not, so eeew.
other than that it's basically acquaintances and friends who i keep at arm's length ;0
