One night about a year ago, I went out for some beers with some of my fraternity brothers at a bar near campus. After some small talk, one of them turned to me at said, “Hey, I figured out what type of gay guy you are.”
“For the last time,” I said. “Bears are hairy middle-aged men. Twinks are maladjusted jail ba—“
“No, shut the f**k up,” he said. “You’re a bromo.”
“You ass****,” I said. “You can’t call gay people 'homos' anymore. This is isn’t the 90s.”
“No, you’re a bromo,” he said. “A bro who is a homo. Get it?”
“Makes sense,” I said, and we continued about our typical Tuesday night getting sh*t faced.
The next morning while I was nursing my hangover, I Googled the term “bromo.” As it happens, my fraternity brother was completely right. It’s even a thing on Reddit. The generally accepted definition is the same as that for a bro, except that said bro happens to like dick. Go figure.
Let’s talk stereotypes and superficial qualifiers: I joined a fraternity in college. What’s more bro-y than that? Athleticism is a big part of my life. I swim at least 3,600 meters a week at my campus rec center, lift weights at least three times a week and rock climb about twice a month. Beer is the sole reason I don’t have a six pack and, incidentally, any typos in this article are probably the result of the four beers I’ve already had. (It’s a Wednesday night over Winter break, sue me).
Beyond that, my voice is a nice baritone. I've never acted flamboyant—people were shocked when I came out. Also, I’ve had a boyfriend for over a year, but believe me when I say that before we met, I pulled. Boy, did I pull. Those were the days.
But let me just say f**k that last paragraph. F**k stereotypes. Who gives a f**k if I’m a bro and I’m gay? What if I was every single gay stereotype? Why does all of this matter?
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