I don’t understand the gay world’s obsession with six pack abs. Coming from a chaser, it seems like a stupid topic to even pick up—of course I’m biased. But, honestly, the straight guys you gawk at in the mall, on campus, or on the street, don’t have a six pack, either. Honestly, they’ve probably just got an average amount of pudge on them just the same.

But, you’ll still act the diet-obsessed gay, convinced that the only way someone can find you sexually attractive is if you can manage to make it to the gym five days a week and scarf down as few calories as possible.

It’s stupid, in my opinion. The sexy thing about straight guys is their casual masculinity; how, simply, they’re sexy by virtue of being themselves and being comfortable with it. Put on a couple of pounds? No big deal.

But gay guys, who have this completely opposite body culture, adopt this dieting routine that is nothing short of effeminate. Dinner turns into a chore when we have to account for a diet, and the bedroom isn’t fun for anyone if you’re awkward about the five pounds you put on over the holidays.

The men you check out aren’t perfect. So, stop trying to be, and learn that what is attractive is self-confidence, not a six-pack.