Not to be stereotypical – BUT……
When I first heard about the movie Burlesque one of the first thoughts I had (after the O-Em-Hallelujah moment) was:
“I need more gays in my life.”
I wanted to watch it with a “Gay Male” who could appreciate the fabulous factor.
I love Christina. Do you not? Please tell me why. I love music and will defend her to the death.
Sadly, I am bereft. I finally bit bullet and rented it on Netflix. I watched it tonight. It was nice. But I miss my imaginary gay boyfriend.
“I need more gays.”
Because “they” would watch Kathy Griffin with me.
(I read the book, by the way. Loved it.)
Because “they” can help me with my fashion and interior decorating skills.
Because “they” are people who have battled with self-acceptance and won.
Because I’ve never met a gay man who hasn’t experienced body issues. They get it. Yet, they’re over it.
Because they would call me on my shiz…
”Girl? Go eat a carb or something and stop crying about your thighs. Over it. Boring”
They’re here. Get used to it.
My thighs, that is.
I don’t know. Gay boyfriends are cool. I’ve had some. I want more.
I’m accepting applications, by the way.