Pillow-biter? Haven’t heard that one.
Don’t forget my personal favorite, fudgepacker.
I think my favourite is the French “tapette,” which literally means “flyswatter.” I think it has to do with the wrist thing. As I said (in French) during one particularly irritating fiesta o’ homophobia, “Just because I’m a tapette doesn’t mean I plan to spend my life killing flies!”
Oh, I like that! But then, everything sounds better in french.
Then how did you end up the way you are? Did your mother coddle you? Were you picked on as a child? There HAS TO BE a cause. 
(my daughter’s best male friend, more than anybody I have ever met, demonstrates there HAS TO BE a genetic component. There is no way in Hell this guy is straight.)
What I find ucking annoying is when folks don’t include the apostrophe in it’s to mean it is and to omit it only when referring to possession.
It’s it’s!
How does he demonstrate that?
I would love to get a call from a European Telemarketer.
ET.- So hows the twigs and berries?
Enipla. - ehh… I don’t garden. And I burn the twigs about twice a year.
ET. - Twice a year! Then you must need V1agra.
Enipla. - Ummm… no the fire is just fine. I usually get it about 4 feet tall.
Ever since I read it in Quicksilver, I’ve been a fan of “clitoriste” as an alternative for “lesbian.”
An elegant series of charts and graphs that he did using PowerPoint.
I’m annoyed by ucking, too. I hear Gudere really hates ucking, too.
Nope. Gaudere ucks!
What about the clittorati? Much more elegant than le mucheiere du carpete.
Which were all colour-co-ordinated, of course.
A penissimo? Penisario? Penista?
Maybe I’m being wooshed, but referring to people as “gays” and “blacks” with upper or lower case sounds kind of wrongish to me. “Gay people,” and “Black people,” are fine with me, mind you, it’s the use of the adjectives as nouns that sounds bad.
Well, that’s why I said it’s tricky.
You said it was tricky, but followed up with flat-out bad advice that would not be backed by any style guide in the United States. So I guess I still don’t know if you’re joking or just stupid.
Which reminds me of the all time great bit of graffiti at Sydney University.
My mother made me a homosexual.
and below it:
If I get her the wool will she make me one too?
Which then brings up the question: why is the BEST graffiti seen on the back of dunny doors? What is it about taking a crap that brings out the ‘creative streak’ in us??
Yes indeed! I remember this thread, and would love to search it out and link to it, but I doubt that I could track it down, “the” and “gay” being unsearchable. Anyway, I’m pretty sure that it was that thread that made “catching The Gay” one of the board’s in-jokes (like, say, 1920’s-style death rays).