I stopped hanging out in the queer circles in my city because they wouldn't quit making jokes about me fucking my best friend even though I told them how uncomfortable it made me and demanded in no uncertain terms that they stop. I think at one point I called one of the women there a ghoul.

I would love to feel comfortable expressing affection to my male friends without it being cast into some sort of perverse fantasy by ghoullish onlookers. I love my friends enough to kiss them, and have occasionally, in privacy. But the whole thing has been poisoned by perverts who think they can do no wrong. They suggest that opposing their flagrant sexualization of platonic love is some sort of homophobia. Like, no bitch, you're just addicted to yaoi and smut books. You're a sex pest.