I grew up eating, drinking, sleeping ballet, so the only male figure I had around me all the time was gay men (stereotypical-yes and true). All my puberty years were spent pas de deux-ing with alot of fags. Plus, I immediately clicked with them about everything, so who cared about some loser high school guys jerking your hand around (or head in some cases) trying to deflower you. I didn't really want any part of that unless I was on the receiving end - right! Plus, the gay guys were 100 times cuter with no alterior motives.

College came and with it some poundage. I was pudgie, but still sociable. Straight guys were obnoxious and just cared about how girls looked so I went to my safe haven of fag hag heaven. All my years in college were definitely spent running with the boys. They gave me confidence, adored me (most of the time when I wasn't being a bitter bitch), made me feel good about myself regardless of how I looked, and taught me the best weapons to use against people...your mouth and your wits! I can honestly say my life would have been completely boring if I wasn't a fag hag. I give them all the credit for giving me plenty of "girl power" when I needed it most.

I'm not so much a fag hag anymore being in a relationship and all. It seems that when you are actually going out with a straight guy, then you can't be the queen fag hag. It's hard to merge the two worlds together. Plus, most of my gay friends are "married", so the nesting urge has come over alot of us. I still feel like an alien at straight bars, parties, events, etc...so I guess I am still the overused term of "a gay man trapped in a woman's body".