Get back! Touch myself! Ungh! Ungh! Owww! I love the ambient shit (courtesy of mr. pants). If it didn’t irritate the hell out of that guy on the other side of my living room (and most of our guests), I’d be listening to this 24/7. Frankly, I think they should all be glad I’m not partial to that hi-NRG-techno-bubblegum-retro-disco- Nicki-French-Abagail-bullshit–the stuff that’s been keeping me and some homies out of homo bars for the past several years.
Hey, wait a minute! Was that anti-gay rhetoric I was just spewing? Was I dissing my rainbow brothers? Was I speaking from a privileged position within the gay ghetto that allows me to sneer at queer culcha? Wow. I’m sounding like a bitter queen, ain’t I? I agree with Steve: too much sissyfighting can make ya’ mean.
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