From the Best of Craig’s List Toronto, a kind of love letter from a straight guy to every “hot/nerdy/self-possessed/athletic/capable/charismatic lesbian” he’s ever met.
I guess we could just be buddies. I can resign myself to the friend-zone if you promise to go girl-watching with me once in a while. Maybe then you’ll see that I don’t want to “turn” you (for the sake of either ego or Jesus). I just want to get physical in a way that would make a straight girl’s over-sized purse explode. I fully trust you’ve got some knowledge to drop.
Don’t judge me, oh hot diggity dyke, if I don’t fit into your worldview. Just hold me once in a while and tell me that I’m simply another colour in our glorious rainbow.
Another queer heterosexual trying to work it out.