Why Gay Men Treat Friendships Like Ongoing Auditions
The attachment wound you’re not naming is the one happening with the people who are supposed to know you.
He sends me a voice note at 2:47 AM. Not drunk. Just awake in that specific way where the performance finally cracks.
“I don’t think any of my friends have seen me cry. Like, actually cry. Not the cute kind where your eyes get a little wet at a movie. The ugly kind where snot happens and you can’t talk.”
Pause.
“I don’t even know if they’d want to.”
The thing lodged in my throat listening to this? I knew exactly what my friend meant.