Dear Fay,
Girl… I need help. It’s the holidays, which means my family is already asking why I’m “still single,” why my jeans are “so tight,” and why I “won’t eat the ham.” (Because it’s 2025, Aunt Linda — and also because I’m gay, not feral.) But here’s the real crisis: The only thing getting me through December is binge-watching The FayWhat?! Show like it’s peppermint schnapps for the soul. I laugh, I scream, I clutch my imaginary pearls — you are my Mariah Carey of commentary. So tell me, Saint Fay of Sassy-Holiday Survival…
How do I stay festive, fabulous, and unbothered while my family tests my last gay nerve?
Desperately yours,
A Holi-Gay Hot Mess Who Loves You More Than Fruitcake.
