Weekender
MacKenzie
What Memorial Day weekend looks like in Whitesburg, Kentucky: bluegrass, the DQ, cricks, Dolly, bourbon, settin on the porch, fried chicken, hollers, swimming holes, corn pudding, cornhole, moonshine, bonfires, nostalgia.
Marcos
So, the dating advice column I wrote for Nerve.com finally came out yesterday. Huzzah! One of the questions I really enjoyed that didn’t get printed pertained to my authority on the subject.
Q: Why do gay Mexicans give such good dating advice?
A: Gay Mexicans, like many others in this world, are minorities (at the very least) twice over. Couple that fact with a strict religious upbringing and it means that we come out of the closet and act on our most carnal of desires much later in life than, say, heterosexual white people. This cements our adolescence-long role as the “spicy best friend” of said white main character, from whom we learn all of our lessons about love, sex and dating without actually getting to experience any of it firsthand. It’s the Angela Chase/Rickie Vasquez dynamic seen in “My So-Called Life.” We provide countless hours of relationship counsel to random, main character white girls and boys that by the time we get to college, we know everything there is to know. Standing on the sidelines of life for 18 years makes you a pretty damn good expert on the game and how it’s best played.
