I'd like to believe that I don't have a problem with homosexuals. As long as they stick to the terms of our unspoken contract, we're good. This contract simply says: "Stay the FUCK away from my man!" And anyone else I might look at, in parenthesis.
However, a problem does arise when they retain their masculinity but push feminine swag. That's when my uni-brow furrows a tad. I hate the word 'swag' but it's rather fitting in this context. And by swag I mean purple weaves, white blouses, pink nail colour, flower-top rings nshit. No, okay? Cut it out. Oh, and fat gays? No sight is more disgusting! Actually, there is. But I'll stick to the script, can't have you hurling your diaphragm out this early. So, back to my point. Lose that weight, re-apply for your dignity, THEN come out. I'll love you eternaly if you do.
With all this though, the worst mistake a gay human can make is to be below-average. This is of course in terms of style. It's bad enough that you're gay AND decreasing my chances at finding 'the one' but now you gotta look bad too? I mean, come the fuck on. It's by statute that your kind looks good, AT ALL TIMES! What went wrong with you? Which straight man will look at you in those bell-bottom velvet pants & 60's JERSEY? We all know they aint designer, trust! Been out lately? There's this garment that's gained much popularity, especially from your kind. It's called a cardigan.
Maybe I'm saying, don't be gay if you can't afford it. But that'd be heartless of me. So maybe just, keep it to yourself until you get a clue? You making the other lovables look bad! All the best. I thank you.
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