From Porter to Cho, Stonewall to NOH8, those who were born with the love that dare not speak its name have been finding, fighting for and freeing their voices.
So, I decided: Fuck it. I'm tired of keeping my gay mouth shut. It's time the Wills and Graces of the world eat the Jacks and Karens, lose their jobs and self-dignity over a stupid bag of speed, end up on food stamps, couch hopping... All at the verile young age of... (insert my current age here)
Wake up and smell the homos. No real phag lives in an apartment like that (with such a needy phag hag.) Not all phags are well-dressed, super nice guys with expendible income and a summer home in P-town.
No, some of us live a "normal life." At least, as far as I'm concerned, I live MY normal life. My.. So called normal life.
Listen, phags. When it come right down to it, the world majority classifies us because of... well... what we do in bed. And, bros, if you think about it, it's really kinda funny. So much so, Savage was forced to name it's byproduct... Santorum.
We need to laugh at life, a little more.
Hey, Plain Dealer, I want a column.
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