So, try though I may, I will never be able to pull off the kind of looks that I would like. I will never be the rumpled, bed-headed frat boy (aging or otherwise), or the slick, counter-culture hipster. I will always be the guy most often confused with someone’s English professor from a small, private University with a reputation for radical thinking. Not the worst fate, possibly, but frustrating in our glam/casual universe. Especially for a gay man, for whom your look is like, crucial.

Nice post.