In a recent Cosmopolitan article, "I Am Marrying My Gay Best Friend," we read the sweet, confusing and, for me, occasionally nauseating story of a girl falling in love with her gay best friend, whom she is now engaged to.
Nick came out to Larry a year after the two graduated from college. Approximately one year later Larry learned that Nick had died. According to Larry, "I want this to be printed so that everyone can know that a bunch of macho, straight, philandering frat boys love their gay brother."
Without sexual tension and social norms, the love between a gay man and a straight woman is not clouded by expectations or unwelcome erections. Something deeper, something magical, something liberating happens, and the rest is history.