I know why Martha became a (excuse the expression--it is meant in the vernacular meaning of the phrase) fag hag; for most of my post-divorce life so was I, tired of trad relationships and all the wasted time, suspicious of the verbose, competitive vagaries of female "friends", and preferring food, wine, light hearted laughs and sheer male intelligence to the...alternatives. I have male gay friends who are not of the "making-it" walker-ilk or for whom the "wacky chics", silver frames on the piano fantasy does not exist.