April 9, 2009

• Catching the Gay

  Fig. 4.9

  Interesting. Apparently last week was [Gay] Pride Week at my college. There were wild celebrations all over the place that, somehow, I did not notice (I spend next to no time on campus). I even had the poor planning to miss the Westboro Baptist Church protest... and the significantly larger George Mason counter-protest. Oh, I wish I could've been there. Not as a participant, mind. This spectacle would be too entertaining to waste by being actively involved in it. I hear that the WBC had signs quoting Leviticus 26:27-29 and reading, no joke, "bitch burger". Unfortunately, I have no report on what the counter-protest had for signs, but I would imagine ABBA lyrics were involved ("There was something in the air that night. The stars were bright... Fernando").

  I also found out after reading my school newspaper that our students declared a drag queen as home-coming queen (see fig. 4.9). The person whose pronoun I can never decide on goes by the male name Ryan Allen and the stage name Reann Ballslee. I'll have to admit, this guy is startlingly good-looking. Wait a minute, something didn't sound right. I better reread that last sentence... GAH! No, no, no, that simply is not proper. I can't gaze longingly at someone like that. My heart already belongs to one David Hayter. NO! Jessica Alba! Jessica Alba! By the gods... am I catching the gay? (sauce)

  (Note: The latter part of this post is in jest. Jimbo's heart already belongs permanently to one person: himself)

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