First, a bit about the Gay White Male. He is probably the most widely recognized cross-section of the Queer community; you either love him or hate him, but he’s here to stay, and you’d better get used to it (snap). He is well-groomed, well-spoken, the best friend, gym buddy, and dance partner a girl could have. He’s passionate and often promiscuous, prone to fits of emotion and brash outbursts. He’s rapidly becoming a ubiquitous figure in Western pop culture, though many would argue that he’s beginning to suffer from overexposure, becoming a caricature, a cliché, the butt of a low-brow joke in a bar and a thousand amusing imitations across America. He is creative, driven, and lucky; he wears Prada sunglasses to dress up his True Religions. He is the pillar of the fashion industry; he saves the Galleria and the Grove from the depths of the depression. In short, he’s fabulous.