@DorkyJo I was in the same boat a couple weeks back with losing a job. There’s absolutely no shame in requesting government assistance! When times are tough it can really help! Hope you’re doing well.
2026 Wedgie Meetup post! If you’re a Nerd, Bully, or even a creator looking for collabs now is a great time to connect with your local community! Comment your region and Retweet for exposure!
@Domtucker81@wedgieb17513202 What made you hate him? Was it a series of events? Or just one thing that immediately turned you off upon meeting the dude?
There Are Two Kinds of Gay Representation Right Now. Both Are Failing Rural and Working-Class Kids.
Option A: the only loud, proud version most people ever see.
Glitter, rainbows, pronouns in bio, drag brunches, pup masks, circuit parties, and a wardrobe that looks like a Pride flag exploded on it. It’s coastal, urban, expensive, and performative. It’s real for some guys, but it’s completely alien to a 17-year-old in Alabama who loves chewing Copenhagen, deer hunting, and Morgan Wallen.
Option B: total invisibility.
Marry a woman, stay closeted, drink yourself numb, maybe sneak off to a rest stop once a year and hate yourself for it. Die at 55 from stress and secrets.
There is no Option C on the menu right now, and that’s the problem.
Option C should look like this:
A regular American man. Unkempt beard, farmer tan, work boots or sneakers, drives a ten-year-old pickup with a gun rack. Listens to Riley Green, Tyler Childers, or Cody Johnson unironically. Says “yes sir” and “no ma’am.” Can change his own oil, weld, or roof a house. Goes to church on Sunday (or doesn’t). And also takes dick (or gives it) without turning his entire personality into a billboard.
He doesn’t need to wave a special flag to prove he’s valid. He just needs to exist out in the open so the next kid in a small town can look up and think, “Wait… I don’t have to choose between being an ordinary man and being honest about who I want.”
Because right now that kid only sees two futures:
1. Become a caricature that feels like drag even if it’s not in heels.
2. Lie for the rest of his life.
No wonder so many of them latch onto “non-binary” or “queer” labels; it’s the only escape hatch they’re shown from the binary of “straight redneck” or “flaming gay.” When you’ve never seen a masculine gay man who looks and sounds like your dad, your coach, or your best friend, you start to believe that loving men means you have to stop being a man.
We can fix this.
We don’t need another Pride parade in West Hollywood. We need a bonfire in a field outside Huntsville where the music is all country, the dress code is camo or Carhartt, and nobody blinks when two greasy haired dudes in ball caps disappear behind the barn for twenty minutes.
We need media, influencers, and everyday guys who look like the majority of American men and who aren’t afraid to say, “Yeah, I’m gay” without immediately switching the playlist to Lady Gaga.
We need the megaphone, but no glitter.
Until that lane exists; proud and unapologetically traditional; we’re leaving an entire generation of young gay and bi men out in the cold with nowhere to go.
It’s time to build the third option.
Regular guys. Real lives. Zero asterisks.
Who’s ready to turn the amps up and get to work?