Sebastien Straightish didn't set out to become an accidental anthropologist of gay life-he just answered a Craigslist ad for a "sun-drenched room with character." By the time he discovered that "character" meant drag queens rehearsing in the living room and shirtless men crying to C line Dion in the kitchen, his security deposit was gone, and so was his heterosexual innocence.
A self-proclaimed "endangered species" of straight man, Straightish is still baffled by skincare routines with more than two steps, remains loyal to 2-in-1 shampoo, and once asked about poppers at a dinner party-a mistake from which his social life never recovered.
He insists this book is not an attack but a survival guide: a manual for straight men navigating brunches, group chats, karaoke breakdowns, and mesh-heavy parties without losing their dignity (or at least without crying in the Uber). With wit, paranoia, and reluctant admiration, Straightish has documented the rituals, weapons, and emotional landmines of gay culture the way other explorers documented volcanoes or hostile tribes-except with more sequins.
When he isn't cataloging his misadventures among the gays, Straightish can be found clinging to heterosexuality with cargo shorts, misused sports metaphors, and a firm belief that "slay" should only apply to dragons.
This is not a war, he argues. It's a dance battle. And Sebastien Straightish is just trying not to get served.