With the increase in homophobic crimes, I sense a rightfully defensive gay community. But let's back off on the offense, especially toward one another. If our hands are busy tearing each other down, how can we link arms and unite as one?
You know the ones I'm talking about: They're out every weekend, looking like they just walked out of a GQ photo spread. They're stuck-up and pretentious and have no souls, and you not only fear them but want to be them, or at least their new best friend. Here are 10 icebreakers.