So I had a phone conversation with Koob recently. I love talking to him. Things also seem clearer after I have a good chat.
Somehow I got on the topic of gay stereotypes and I was mentioning that I don't think I'm the stereotypical faggot. I was patting myself on the back about how I don't seem to have the stereotypical overly feminine traits, or overly butch posture, the gay taste in music, the drama, or queenyness, or lisp, or trail at the end of the sentence, nor do i worship Divas and like shitty house music, and I don't know any musicals. I was quite proud of this "accomplishment"
While I am praising my own nonconformity and uniqueness from the rest of "those people", I ask Koob, "Do I have any stereotypical gayness?" And he says
Koob: "You do the head tilt"
Me: "THE head tilt"
Koob: "Yup, the head tilt"
Me: "You're not talking about the one they do when the are questioning or analyzing or observing something"
Koob: "That's the one"
My head snaps back in HORROR! Not Me! So I am sitting there, going through every time I can think and visualize myself thinking, questioning or analyzing something, esp. something physical. Memories flash in my head. I am deep in concentration, trying to conjure up every memory of this. Gradually the right side of my neck begins to crink. Why does my right shoulder fell a little heavier than it should? And why is the room slightly slanted?
As it hits me, I yell into the phone, facing it, as if the outdated green display were a screen he can see me in.
"I HATE YOU"
hmmmmmmmmm (finger slowly and sheepishly moving up toward mouth)
About Me
- mbeano
- I'm intellingently stupid, and retardedly witty. Like a magnet, I repel and attract... often at the same time. And like some bacterial parasites, at first you may feel the instinct to get rid of me, but eventually you get used to me, and in reality I have become part of your normal flora and actually necessary - ya know, how they help break down shit that you wouldnt be able to otherwise. That's me :P Im full of supposed contradictions: Love indie music but hate scenesters, although I occasionally will where the uniform but only if Im in a non scenester setting. I digs me some jesus but need a little lucifer. I like boys, but when Im drunk I love playing with boobies like a little boy plays with GI Joes. I usually piss on art but all my freinds are artistic and I am going into a creative industry... maybe I just like to take the piss out of art. I absolutely love my family and esp. freinds more than anything, I am full of love, and I love to hate (playhate)
10 comments:
The head tilt? Hmm... I haven't seen you in a while. Have you become gayer since the last time? You know, Koob needs to get a blog... but maybe he doesn't have time for one. So what does that mean for us???
Just don't get a Volkswagen Cabriolet and you'll be alright. Actually, maybe the Cabriolet was the gay car of the 80s. I haven't kept up on what the same-sex car of the new millenium is. :)
It's the new Beetle, no?
Ya the Beetle is flaming... But I do love VW.
If there werent enough Str8 enthusiasts of the MiniCoupe that would be the new homobile but the str8s love it too
Cory? I'm lost, what does what mean for us?
What about gay guys who adopt children or had them in their straighter days? Are there flamin' mini-vans or are they SOL when it comes to the a stylish car?
Koob doesn't have time to blog and apparently we do--what does that say about us? Maybe this is closer to what I was trying to say last night as I was falling asleep in front of the computer... No deep meaning....
Sorry, you can't have the Mini!
Ryan, to answer your question, I think that they drive the Astro van!
Cory. Nah, I choose to believe this doesnt say much about us. He just doesnt blog because he can't read or write
Ryan, the gays who adopt will most likely have an plush SUV or wagon like a Suburu or Volvo. Astro Van? - That is no faggot!
Mike, you're missing my pun. ASS-TRO van!
hahahha! WOW! How could I miss that!
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