September 29, 2009

I'm Not Gay

I thought I start this post off with a solid, immaculate truth. I’m not gay. Now there’s truth if ever there was such a thing. Moving forward, let’s all keep that irrefutable fact firmly placed at the forefront of our minds. Because the rest of this post could possibly be used to refute said irrefutability without proper context. That context being that I’m not gay. Apologies for the redundancy; I just want to make sure that we’re all on the same page here.

But, seriously, I’m not.

So, I have a crush on Chris Martin. And Tom Welling. Mat Kearney. Gerard Butler. Sean Bean. The list goes on. Man crushes. Some may deny it, but in my almost complete lack of experience on the subject, most men have them. If not, they’re either foolishly blind to the charm, wit, and coolness of other men, or they’re actually gay and trying to hide it.

It’s a strange thing, a man crush – or a “mush” as I’ve never once heard anybody call it. In fact, the name “man crush” is a little more provocative than it should be. But what was first a concept that, by name alone, disgusted me and caused me to rebel against it, I now understand and embrace whole-heartedly.

Irrefutable.

Irrefutable.

You see, a man crush not at all a typical, romantic crush at all; it’s more of an idealization. For me, it boils down to someone in whom I see an epitome of manliness in one way or another that I wish I had. For instance, Chris Martin and Mat Kearney – aside from being fantastic songwriters and musicians – both fully embody what I consider “cool” in the purest sense; down to earth, raw, and unabashedly sexy. Gerard Butler is rugged and aloof with a Scottish accent that could make a hyena swoon. Sean Bean has a timeless class generally reserved for monarchy and expensive cologne models. Tom Welling is – well, frankly he’s kind of a tool; but damned if he isn’t one of the hottest men alive.

The point is that all of these guys have something that I desperately wish I did. Be it charm, talent, or just plain old-fashioned, double-t hott, they have it. And though I’m a little hesitant to admit it, there is a slight sexual aspect to the man-crush equation, and that is just the general envy of the man crush’s sex appeal. He’s got it. I want it. Teach me, sir.

It’s almost like how an aspiring football player views Payton Manning, Tony Romo or Jerry McQuire. They’re heroes; inspiration; a model to strive for. Except instead of their ability to catch, throw or manage a football, mushes are thus just because they are men. Damn fine men.

And, I mean, let’s just be honest here. These are some good looking fellas! Am I wrong? Are you honestly going to tell me, Mr. Manly Man McStud, that you see nothing in these men except blokes vying for your position as alpha male? C’mon!! They’re attractive guys!! If you can look at a flock of seagulls, a painting, a sunset, or a sports car and call it pretty, then why not a man? Especially if it’s a man whose qualities inspire me to be a better man myself and simultaneously wish I was born a woman.

Now, I’ve heard that man-crushes are a result of the emasculation of males in modern western culture. Men today are not men, and our subconscious is quietly aware of this. We’re trying to reach out and connect with a part of ourselves that we didn’t even know we didn’t have. Blah blah blah. You know what? At the end of the day, I don’t care. I want to be with and just plain be Mat Kearney. I don’t care why I feel like that, I just want to know how I can make one or both of those things happen, and happen now.

But I’m not gay.

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