Things I found interesting tonight included watching as the gay sea parted to worship the Lady Gaga on the television monitor. As soon as they heard the opening notes to "Bad Romance," the dancefloor split in half with a full four feet of space between the gays and the Gaga. They stared in awe of her uniqueness with mouths gaping, some mouthing out the words. My newcomer friend was shocked to find, "what are they doing," she asked in concern. I let her know that they were praying to their Gaga. They were throwing their hands up across their hearts and towards foreheads, in cross-like formation. They were praising the Lady Gaga and it was one of the most ridiculous scenes I had ever beheld. That is, until, I saw Beyonce take the stage at the previous years' American Music Awards and performing "Single Ladies" all the fags hearts skipped a beat. Hips were jiggling, hands were up in the air; and all you could hear was the feint mumblings of the "Uh-oh-ohs" that did not want to be uttered by the butchest of the fagcrowds.
What a ridiculous bunch of folk that I myself by default am betrothed to. Why must I even be associated with this motley crew of fagfolk. I don't get it. What is it about this culture that makes us act so absolutely ridiculous? Are we destined for failure? That is how it must seem. to me and the rest of us, when our heads are so far in the clouds that we cannot asses an accurate game plan for tackling the Human Rights Campagin.
Needless to say,
If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it!
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