The Gay Life

Flab or Fab?

Flab or Fab?

@sexygaystweet • I would like to take a few minutes to talk about something near and dear to my heart — body shaming.

We all watched Lady Gaga dominate her performance at the Super Bowl LI on Sunday, and if you haven't, you need to. (See below.)

I go through waves of absolutely loving Lady Gaga and not really caring for her, but her performance made me fall in love with her all over again. She uses her talents not only to sing and give us music we want to listen to over and over again, but also as a platform for powerful, thought-provoking messages. Sunday's performance was no different. I felt proud to be gay in a straight world.

So you can imagine my shock yesterday when I learned of people bashing her for a little extra stomach pooch.

I know we've had a rough couple of months, but there's no need to fat shame anyone, especially someone who can run across the stage, dance, and sing (on pitch, mind you) at the same time. Plus, you can see the definition of her abdominal muscles. If that's considered fat, then most of American could be considered beluga whales.

But that's just a small drop in a larger ocean of hate. We're all people with feelings. So what if Lady Gaga likes the occasional extra long chili cheese coney or a double scoop hot fudge sundae? Who doesn't? We should be concerned about bigger things than someone's expanding waistline. That's just being petty.

The Ripple Effect

The Ripple Effect

@sexygaystweet • I'd like to talk about something important that has affected all of us the last couple of days — President Trump's Immigration Executive Order.

I tend to live in a bubble. I like my bubble. I enjoy my bubble. My bubble is safe. I tend to block out most of the world when I'm in my bubble, which can be a bad thing. (I'm working on it.) It took me about a day and a half to realize there was unrest in the world when Trump signed his executive order to ban people from seven countries from entering the U.S. I came out of my bubble dazed and confused. I started reading about people being detained at airports and being placed on another flight to go back home. Because they weren't welcome here.

I thought it was a sick joke. But it wasn't. So many lives were changed with the stroke of a pen. Who knew so much power was contained in that pen?

I know what it's like to be persecuted as a gay man, to live in fear, to retreat into my bubble. My heart broke as I read the stories of all the people who had been turned away by our country — our country founded on the notion we would accept immigrants. Do I think we need to revisit our immigration policies and procedures? Yes, but not like this. Not to leave people stranded without a place to go. We shouldn't turn our backs on anyone who wants a better life. That's not our way. We can do better. We deserve better. We need to stand unified now more than ever.