I have more dude friends than any other misandrist I know. Is there something wrong with me? (They are mostly cis and straight, too. THIS IS NOT HOW MY MOTHERS RAISED ME.)
Maybe I just happen to know the five or ten best dudes in the world. Cool.
(This message brought to you by: this weekend I disclosed ~*~*trauma stuff~*~*~ to a group of straight guys, only one of whom I feel somewhat emotionally close to and one of whom I had only met earlier that evening, and it was actually one of the better disclosure conversations I’ve had. So that was unexpectedly nice??
Really I just select my friends based not on gender, but on hotness, which explains all you babes.