“Fag Hag”? “Fruit Fly”? By Any Name, They’re Bigger Than Ever


This week’s column dissects whether the term “fag hag” is acceptable. And how about “fruit fly”?

And whatever you want to call it, I discuss what drives women into this phenomenon, where they feel safer at a gay bar than any other establishment–even a hair salon. (And no, that’s not the same thing. Ugh! The stereotyping going on here!)

But seriously: Why do some young women love nothing more than clustering around men who are way more interested in their gal pals’ accessories than their body parts? Is it because they want to be assured that no one will put the make on them for a few hours? And what happens when sex does become an issue because the young woman suddenly becomes attracted to the gay guys?

It happens.

I got two flaming fruit flies to spill the goods on the charms and pitfalls of their fate, as well as whether or not gay men are really more sensitive about things. (Hint: NO!)

Archive Highlights