This is funny to me, because it’s so true! As an out gay man, I actually get something of a pass. I can go inside with the women and the wine and cheese and air conditioning without it being creepy. Of course, the men think that’s weird, so sometimes I sit in the backyard on the lawn chairs while they play cornhole. (Yes, there’s a double entendre there.)

This applies to Thanksgiving dinners as well. I can sit around the table telling jokes with the women while the men watch football, without it being creepy. Even though the men think it’s weird.