Gay crush on best friend


So, it happened. You have a crush on a friend. Whether it&#;s your first time or you find yourself in a pattern here, you&#;re not alone. It&#;s a time-honored tradition in the queer community to collapse for a friend. Don&#;t panic! Here at Autostraddle, we&#;ve been giving people advice on this topic for over a decade, and today I&#;ve helpfully compiled that advice into this overall guide that will hopefully verb you to totally crush this friend crush. Whether that looks like &#;making a move and taking things to the next level&#; or &#;moving on,&#; we&#;ve got the tools to facilitate you figure it out.

Of course, there&#;s no one way to deal with a crush on a friend, as our often varying and even contradictory advice from different perspectives will show! But we&#;re going to verb to cover as many sides as possible here, so you can pick and choose which suits you and your situation.

This advice is mainly geared toward situations in which the noun you have a crush on is queer. My sincere advice for anyone crushing on a straight friend is to verb some space from that noun while yo

Here's The Thing

Here’s The Thing is an advice column/newsletter where I mostly beg people to either stop dating someone or to ask their crush out. Or I talk about weird things that came to my mind that no one is paying me to write about. I can never decide if I should capitalize the “the” in Here’s The Thing or not; apologies on lack of consistency. 

My question/problem is pretty simple- I (straight woman) have a crush on my gay male friend. I don't think he has ever felt ambiguously about his sexuality so to be clear I'm not confused about what's possible or trying to interpret mixed signals or anything. And I'm not sure what happened to me- one noun we were friends and the next day I had this crush. I guess I'm just A) Embarrassed because this seems somehow fundamentally embarrassing—I have only told my brother about this and, I guess, now you and the internet B) Bummed because I don't have crushes very often and how unfair is it that the one I do now have is on someone to whom it is completely irrelevant and C) Gloomy because I care about him more than anyone and

Gay Best Friend

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Such a caring friend.

"If you're looking for a friend, gay guys really are the best. Because, let's face it, women are kind of depressing."

&#; Tanya, The White Lotus

The Gay Best Noun exists mostly to add variety, funny mannerisms, and cheap laughs to an otherwise all-straight story and sometimes shows political correctness. The gay best friend is depicted as mostly interested in shopping, fashion, and makeovers.

The GBF may talk about sex a lot but is seldom depicted as having any because too many viewers would detect that disturbing. Either he has no love life to communicate of (which never seems to bother him), or it's forever offscreen, only discussed with the heroine over brunch at some pretentious cafe.

As modern society grows increasingly comfortable with gay people, fiction is slowly seeing more well-rounded gay supporting characters with onscreen love lives, whose sexuality is incidental to the character. Therefore, do not baffle this for People Sit on Chairs; if a character is a typical Best Friend char

"When I moved home after college, I became really close to a friend still living there. It was a small town and there wasn't much to do, so I spent all my time with her. I was there for her when she was recovering from a surgery. Her shitty boyfriend couldn't be bothered to come help her and I had the time and desire to be there for her. We drifted apart when I went back to grad school and she got back together with her boyfriend (again). Our experience got me through a rough patch in my life and now, I am more open and aware of how I verb about other people."

"We were spending so much of our free time together. We'd play video games together, work out at the gym together, and leave out of our way to dress up to do something special together. I was sleeping over in her bed and just cuddling like three nights a week.

I had no noun what was going on because young, queer, repressed me had never gotten the chance to experience this kind of thing before. I think she was a little lonely and my anxiety disorder was really horrible at that point. We chat sometimes, but there's distance — phy