Still thinking about this “something wrong with me” business. Two things come to mind, neither of them groundbreaking but both maybe worth mentioning.
1: It’s true that, objectively speaking, my sexuality doesn’t “work” the way it’s supposed to. On the other hand, this is true of everybody. I was particularly reminded of this fact when reading the comments on the lovely1 Simcha Fisher’s latest at the Register. Wowie. Sometimes it’s nice to remember that there are an awful lot of straight guys whose heads2 are in a much bigger mess than mine.
2: Even if there is something wrong with me, that “something wrong” isn’t that I love men and want to be close to them. I think sometimes that my SSA has taught me some things about male friendship that most men don’t get to find out. It’s possible, very possible, to overstate this point, but that doesn’t make it untrue.
All of this, obviously, bears more thinking about, but I’ll have to do it when I’m less tired.