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I have to keep checking to see what forum this is in. Oh, that’s right, it’s GD. I put forward my own interpretation of a phrase, but acknowledged another interpretation. You challenged my statement that others seem to interpret that way, which was not to polite to begin with (seeing as it implies that I was lying). But I humoured you, and provided a cite. You responded with a completely off-topic and slightly more rude claim. When I politely asked you to explain your cliam, you responded with an outright insult. As I said, I have to keep checking to see which forum this is.
The Ryan,
I have struggled through your countless posts and have found no sense or valid points in any of them. Your posts go in circles. They say nothing.
You’ve been taken to the Pit before. Do you want to be taken there again?
We won. Case closed.
I’d use more harsh language but this is GD, not the Pit.
- s.e.
You’re gay? Talk to me! 
- s.e.
P.S.: We won.
pops non-alcoholic champagne
In Toronto, Ontario,
An odyssey of
Social norms and teenage love
Marc and JP, so patient and so calm
Pinned their pink corsages on… and went to the prom!
with apologies to R&P
My own prom (at a secular school, I might add) was so dreadful I left at midnight. A great big bad memory. Glad Marc enjoyed his. :mad:
:):D:eek:
Scott… sorry to hear you’re laid up, not laid… Jerevan, bienvenue aux forums! Say hi to Andygirl next time she’s in Delaware.
“I don’t believe that has been established.”
[establishment]
“Eddie, have you got something I can pee into?”
[hands off wine bottle]“Wash it, this time! … Anyway, who was it you were with last night, Pats?”
“Just a windscreen washer I picked up at the traffic light. Buns so tight he was bouncing off the walls --”
“Bye, Pats.”
[/establishment]
Of course, I’m gay, sweetie – you catch on rapidement. Not all gay men are named Marc [sic], Rick or Steve, you know.
Damn, just gave away Top Secret info to Polycarp. Bugger, bugger, bugger.
Scott, I am very pleased that Marc won his case. I was not even out to myself in high school, so I can’t even imagine the courage it took to fight this kind of discrimination. And let’s not forget his parents; they must be special people, too. I am also very pleased that you started this thread, because I think this was a very important case. Straight people, however well-intended, are sometimes oblivious to how often their “heterosexual orientation” comes up during the course of a normal day. Heterosexual conduct is everywhere, and they don’t always grasp how we homosexuals live in two worlds simultaneously. So, to hold an event like a prom, and then pretend it’s not about orientation… well! Someone got snapped back. And like you I toned down my final response to what’s-his-name because this is, after all, Great Debates. But I could make a hell of a BBQ with that boy. . .
Too bad the thread didn’t start a bit earlier. I was just to Montreal for a vacation two weekends ago. Stayed at the Hotel Wyndham, shopping (“Oh, I think so”) all along rue Ste-Catherine, dinner at Area, checked out Sky Bar. Too bad KOX is gone. Ah well. Toronto’s scene isn’t so bad either, and gets a certain anonymous visibility on Queer as Folk.
But I digress. “C’mon, Pats, I’ll get that A-to-street-map-thing I always use. . .”
matt_mcl: * Je te remercie de Delaware*, so close to where you’d rather be. Who’s andygirl?
Oh, an AbFab reference so detailed wins the way to my heart, sweetie. Your example was actually my sig line for a couple of weeks. It’s too bad you missed my AbFab trivia contests on the board. Maybe I shall do another one just for you.
Email me, babe.
- s.e.
I’m laid up because I got laid. Long story.
-s.e.
“Oy, shopgirl!”
Esprix
[gay hijack]
“Oy, bitch nurse!”
“You only work in a shop, you know. You can drop the attitude.”
[/gay hijack]
- s.e.
scott, I quoted that because I did notice your signature at the start of the thread. . . and later forgot about it when the thread started to get tangled. Got your email from your profile. I’ll write to you directly soon.
But one final Ab Fab reference which is pertinent to this thread:
“Not eating, Patsy?”
“Liquid lunch for me, Mrs. M.”
“No wonder you’re as thin as a rake. Men like something to get hold of – isn’t that right, Oliver?”
Jerevan, I’d figured that out from your use of “we” and “us” in appropriate contexts.
Andygirl, for the record, is one wonderful young lady, now attending Dartmouth U. (“a small college, but there are those who love it”) who hails from Rehoboth Beach, DE (although given that community’s reputation, it needs to be noted that she was raised there by heterosexual parents). She has been coordinating Internet groups (listservs and such) for gay teens since what seems like forever, is a terrific person. Both matt_mcl and I know her real name and, more or less, how to contact her other than through this board or the newsgroups.
She’s been, I believe, in Europe and hence rather silent around here of late, but is somebody you absolutely need to meet.
::scott evil swoons::
If you can tell me Bo’s whole name, I’ll be in love. I am, of course, the SDMB reigning champion of, and expert on, AbFab trivia…
- s.e.
Ah, you flatter me, Poly.
Charmed to meet you, Jerevan. I suppose I’ll have to make a snotty remark about living above the canal with you mentioning that I’m from Slower Lower sometime, eh?
Likewise, I’m sure, andygirl. You came back just in time, too… they were starting to talk about you!
Given their reputation, I think Rehoboth and the rest of the Delaware beaches are saved from a general lumping-in with the rest of “Slower Delaware”. I ought to update my profile with my email address… I signed on (originally) from work so I didn’t want to put that address in my profile.
scott_evil. Um, sh**. You have me there. I know I should* know it, but can’t seem to ferret out the memory. I guess there’s a reason you’re the reigning champ.
“Is this a lemon I see in Marshall’s water?”
“Not a whole one.”
“What time were we aiming for eating?”
“I was aiming for two o’clock-ish – I haven’t got an exact schedule.”
“Marshall may need to eat sooner. He’s hypoglycemic. He gets low blood sugar and constipation if I don’t mash it up.”
“… but who does God want me to be today: blond, brunette – Shaft?”
“When is the last time you had something to eat, Pats?”
“1974…”
Esprix, who also frequented Rehomo Beach, Delaware, but, sadly, never met andygirl. 
Esprix
[nitpick]“Have you eaten anything, Pats?”
“No, not since 1973.”[/nitpick]
- s.e.
“The winner and still champ…”
I noticed that as well, scott-e dear, but wasn’t going to be so, er, picky as to point it out. We could just take away his Card. 
“Neat? She was so anally retentive that she couldn’t sit down for fear of sucking up the furniture.”
And in Esprix’s defense, Jennifer and/or the writers got that wrong in the latest/fourth season, where Edina says that Pats hasn’t eaten anything since 1974. Pats corrects her by saying, “Except for that crisp!” on New Year’s Eve.
In view of the idea that this thread has moved from argue-the-application-of-Canadian-law-to-religious-based-schools to argue-semantics-with-TheRyan to top-my-AbFab-trivia-skills, I think it’s time to climb aboard my trusty stallion and ride off into the sunset.
Fabulous, darling, fabulous. How about some lovely… photos?
Esprix