Gay men, stereotypically, are a lot of fun. They love to joke around, and can be very funny. This is why they are called “gay”. I’m speaking very generally, of course, and have known some very grumpy, unfun gay men too.
It just hit me today, though, why: they spend so much time not being able to be who they are–if not in their present lives, then at least in their childhoods–that being who they are openly is a huge source of relief and happiness.
Heterosexuals feel this elation too, but usually when in love. Think Gene Kelly in Singing in the Rain. Gay men, I think, feel this when they are with other gays. It is a natural home, a natural place, somewhere they finally belong completely.
These are very abstract generalizations, but I think there is something there. This is my doodle blog. I can guess or say whatever I want.