O! Yea… For a long time, I was planning to say it nicely but ended so uncouth. As an ageing gay geriatric and one-time bitch who sobered with blooming love life – is there anything called as ‘permanence’ to us (read ‘gays’).
Trust me, we’re nothing else but a bunch of hack writers, lazy minds, and innate bigotry who think they know better than everyone else about LOVE. Let me correct, ‘we all know the best ways to make LOVE’. There’s a difference.
Gay men act like a Greek chorus, cheering on to victory, make funny stylists or the hilarious neighbors with swinging posteriors. They’re often hilarious. In fact, all gays are funny, except, when they’re thinking about settling down. Noticeable, they often have a major attitude, a mean face and are quick to temper and violence if ”dissed” and suddenly talk all ghetto while flapping their fingers saying, “Hmm…OMG! Etc. etc.” Ain’t you stereotyping? [Soliloquy: I’m trying to loosen the hard side of being a gay and been funny when gays are actually not funny.]
Get real. Yeah, some men are like that. Partly because of the head trip you’ve laid on the culture with your anti-gay propaganda. But frankly, this is a load of crap. It’s as mean a stereotype as the one they used in the old days with all sissy guys being flighty, screeching crybabies. They’re like little lost lambs who can’t think or act for themselves and don’t get credit for anything.
Look around, man! Our futures are bleak, boring, and lonesome! We’re all doomed. Yet we rejoice living.
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