Go, infiltrate the threads. Post with reckless abandonment. Are they talking about movies? Deaths in the family? Dopefests? The Sapir-Worf hypothesis? It doesn’t matter, because you’re gay, gay, gay!
Men, I want your lisps up to standards. Women, make sure the lines on your mullets are wonders to behold.
We shall take over to a tasteful disco beat, augmented by woman power chants. Potluck is at 9 pm CST.
I got called a “fag” in that thread. Does this at least qualify me to be a henchman for you or Esprix or someone after the revolution comes?
What if I admit to knowing all the lyrics to Liza Minnelli’s first musical “Flora The Red Menace” by heart, even the song about how Flora belives in “Free Milk For Kids (because she’s a communist)”?
I didn’t think so. Sniff.
Fenris, always on the outside looking in at all the cool kids and their revolutionary plots. <sigh>
[sub]What about us lonely bi guys? Those of us who don’t have lisps or mullets or dress in all black or have inexplicable affinity for shows or women’s tennis?[/sub]
I have it. I will start recruiting over at TMF. They’ve already got a “Gay, Out, Loud, Proud” forum. I think I’ll start recruiting at “Atheist Fools” as some of them also lurk and post a bit in “Christian Fools”.
Oh, honey, you have no idea. I just spent tonight hanging out with, among other people, two really cool gay men. One in his 30s, another I have no idea but damn he’s hot. And of course I flirted with the latter because the former was unavailable. This man makes black look like a gift from the Fairy Queen of Fashion (and you KNOW it’s a queen, dear!).
God, I love flirting with men. It’s so liberating. Especially to be able to do it around my mother. Weirds her out a bit, but only because she’s not used to it.
dearest andygirl, my captain and lezzo good-looker, I Redboss will accept your challenge.
Which nobody will remember, because it’s only in the OP.
I promise to post thirty times in the next thirty days in an extremely inappropriate manner to all kinds of threads, and will mention that I am gay, gay gay!
All you thespians need to git! And if there’s any of those people out there who’ve had an operation on their private parts to change 'em into the other kind of private parts – you know, “transformers” – then you need to git, too!
May I please be a lipstick lesbian? Or an historical lesbian, so I can keep my enterprising frocks? I can be Elsie de Wolf, or Alla Nazimova, or Agnes Moorehead . . . NOT Gertrude Stein, please . . .