poking at the gay-for-you trope

Now that the (biggest part of the) MSM-M/M-gay-what-have-you fiasco is resting for the moment, here's hoping it's okay to venture out of the woodshed with some of the notions that were in my head long before that flare-up flared all over the internets. (Fortunately for me, I suppose, RL's intrusion kept me out of it all.) Anyway, as usual I'm coming at it sideways, but unusually not with the time for writing a massive amount, so this'll be shorter, I expect. (Yes, I do hear cheering, but still, remember that my "short" is another poster's "omg goes on and on".)

I've been considering the whole gay-for-you (GFY) trope, since I keep stumbling across it; one author even explicitly has a series that's doing nothing but pivoting on different versions of the trope. (And by explicit I mean, that's the name of the series: "Gay For You" -- talk about truth in advertising.)

( Limited time, so first, the plot of a GFY story, where it goes wrong, and if it contains any rightness. )

local perpetrator sighted

I guess this means I gotta shut up about how the coyotes have been staying over in the other half of the park, and not coming down our way. (Yes, that is a tongue. Cat food is apparently yummy to all breeds of canine.)

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