describe your local gay experince
Fatback
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My wife works at the arts commission and they had a reception near the state capital in VA last night. Mostly for wealthy patrons of the arts and VA legislators. First, there were about 50 or more boomer fags dressed like variations of Col. Sanders and Robert E. Lee with accents somewhere between Foghorn Leghorn and Isaac Mizrahi. You should have seen them when the boys choir and the male members (pause) of the ballet company rolled in. I swear the place started to smell like cum. Then a bunch of conservative VA State Senators rolled in. And out.
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Yesterday those same State Senators passed a bill that will put a ban on Gay Marriage in VA up for a state wide vote.
last week, my kid was telling me that one of his mom's five cats made a mess somewhere in the house, saying "it totally smells like semen in here!". he just turned 11 on monday, so i took a deep breath and asked him what exactly does semen smell like, to which he responded, "you know, urine!". i quickly told him to not make that mistake again, explaining that he'll look both bad and strange for making furhter comments on the scent of bodily fluids he hasn't experienced as of yet.
My brother is gay. And people in Alberta don't take kindly to that. When he was in highschool it was a very negative experience. But I think that there is a shift happening as less and less people care.
then the dude rolled out on some disco ball rollerskates and a his underwear.
And yeah, all those hardcore kids are wearing make-up, tight jeans, and crimped hair. It's like 80's women, but they're men.
not inviting me to the gay disco party.
so true.....
I so want to make this my location.
my bad. i was a tag along dj to begin with, so i didnt know what it was gonna be like.
i am actually contemplating starting a disco(plus a little of everything else) night soon, you will definitely be among the guest djs.
Yes, you are correct. I think. Well, it seems that way to me too.
Did I tell you that story? That shit is HILARIOUS!
Yeah, that was classic. I guess you don't remember our exchange of "DJ fuccup tales" at Milk.
Oh yeah. I was in my own personal K-Hole at that time we were telling stories.
I got hit up to DJ a birthday party at a restaraunt. Cool, the guy that hires me (Jack) is a friend of my cousin, and is gay. Just prior to my arrival, my brother and a couple friends walk in for food and drinks, lots of drinks (just pure coincidence though). I begin setting up and one manager walks up to my brother's table and asks if they would mind moving so that "the dj" could set up and my brother yells out...
"Oh that fag!!!"
Don't hate the player...
...hate the gheym.