Felix... The Cat
I never did like the term "Fag Hag." It insinuates that the large female you see out and about secretly lusts over her gay boyfriend. When I was young and naive I referred to myself as Felix’s Fag Hag with a proud smile. Nowadays I simply refer to him as my best friend, but if you catch me in jest I just might call myself a Fairy Princess... I prefer that term to Fag Hag any day. Because I, for one, am no hag.
Nevertheless, I’ve been Felix’s Fag Hag, Fairy Princess and Fruit Fly (clever right? Wish I were the one who’d thought of it) for nearly 10 years. We did the most part of growing up (actually turning into adults) next door to one another. I’m the girl next door, and he’s that guy who everybody thinks turned gay and left small town America... you know... every town has at least one. The next town over it’s one of Felix’s ex boyfriends, James. He’s currently doing Broadway plays with a touring company. His grandmother hangs with mine and she honestly believes that boy will find a wife someday. I have to bite my tongue because I’ve, personally, seen him making out with a dude.
When I originally started this blog, I wasn’t going to talk too much about Felix. But, I’ve decided that he’s a very important person in my life, and I can’t leave him out. I never could leave him out. His influence in my life is a great one.
Felix, like so many humans, is, at times, his own worst enemy. I’ve seen him at the lowest points of his life, and I know what that man is capable of therefore I never lose faith in him. No matter what he does I am unconditionally in his corner, and there’s not a lot of people I can say that about.
My girlfriends know that Felix will always be my best friend. They know that I have a connection with him that I don’t share with any of them. But, really, you can’t duplicate connections. My connection with Laura differs than my connections with Jenn and Jules. I think what I’m trying to say is all my friends are unique to me, as is my friendships with them. But I wouldn’t have any of the friends I have now if it weren’t for Felix. It’s because of Felix that I am the woman I am, and the woman didn’t turn out to be would have different friends if any at all.
Felix and I haven’t lived in the same zip code for nearly 7 years. After he went away to college, I only saw him a few times a year, and now I only see him once or twice a year. But time and distance never spoiled our friendship. He’s still a major role in my life and I talk to him more days than not.
I am formally introducing Felix... and I know I left his personality vague. All you need to know is that he’s my best friend... and a lot of what I write about are things that I talk about with him. With him I’m not afraid to be bluntly honest. I’m not afraid to be my true self. I’m beginning to think that my true self is Gail Kismet. She’s not afraid to tell you what she thinks and she’s not afraid to publish it either. Thank you Felix.
(PS... if you want to know more about Felix... Check him out at http://spelunkingtowardillumination.blogspot.com/ )
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