I now call the meeting of the Two Trick Pony And Marching Manchowder Society to order.
We’d have the secretary read back the minutes of the last meeting, but we all know he was attempting to seduce that new recruit with his eyes and subtle lip undulations and did not write down a damn thing.
Our goal of destroying the family and the whole of Western Civilization as we know it is almost in our grasp.
We have shows which prosetlyize our way of life on television with millions of people watching!
“Straight” men watch Will and Grace. When they leave their girlfriends for the garbage man, the dumped girls will make most excellent fag hags for the cause.
Breeders actually PAY to watch Queer as Folk on Showtime! It is more success than we thought we would see this early on.
So, what can we do as the coup de grace?
Well…
We mustshamelessly flaunt ourselves in public!
We’ll walk down busy streets hand in hand. We’ll start kissing in public and almost look like we’re having sex before a stitch of clothing has been removed.
We’ll go to fantasy resorts and ask for the Butt Pirate room!
We shall storm the streets and behave as if we were a normal part of society, perverting the natural order and wreaking havoc on the universe at large.
Now… go out there and FLAUNT, FLOUNCE, AND BE FABULOUS!
That is all.
The reason this is a Two Trick Pony society is because just one trick is boring. You really need two tricks at once to make life interesting.
While Garf explained his meaning, I thought about the word, the concept, and was irritated by a society that seems to see us living our lives honestly and openly as flaunting and being flamboyant.
I would just like to take this opportunity to state for the record that my username has nothing to do with being flamboyant. Not that there’s anything wrong with being flamboyant, of course…
Hastur, an old roomie left me a Fundie Decoder Ring, the aid of which with I note that “FLAUNT, FLOUNCE, AND BE FABULOUS” is meant to emphasize the three alliterative “F’s” – and “F” is the sixth letter of the alphabet… so… it suggests an automated response of “Get thee behind me!”
I’m not so sure about that - I saw his marathon pics, and he’s got some damned fine legs. Though one could make the argument that they’re more suited for running shorts than velvet capes.