The Gayest Thing About Me...

Hello F(r)iends,

The gayest thing(s) about me:

#1 I love musicals. Man I love musicals. The Wizard of Oz, My Fair Lady, The King and I, Moulin Rouge, Annie, Grease, West Side Story, Phantom of the Opera, Joseph & The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat more, more, more. I love it.

#2 I love all things Elvis.
#3 I like a Savage Garden song
#4 I like Abba
#5 I like a Justin Timberlake song.

If you are straight: What’s the gayest thing about you?
If you are gay: What’s the straightest thing aout you?
If you are bi: Choose one or the other. :stuck_out_tongue:

-Thirst

which savage garden song (i like affirmation best)

i’m basically straight, and the gayest thing about me is i’ve slept with women (i don’t mean like zzzzz slept with)

or maybe that all my friends tell me a i’m a guy (which i basically am on the inside) with inside information (i go to an all-girls school)

Hello F(r)iends,

Savage Garden’s “Truly, Madly, Deeply.”

Ahem

-Thirst4HardCoreHeavyMetal

thirst4metal: if you don’t mind me saying, the gayest thing about you is your continuous use of your hackneyed “F(r)iends” pun :stuck_out_tongue:

Haha! That reminds me of the “vegetarian” who eats meat from time to time :smiley:

The gayest thing about me is probably my squirming at the sight of a worm.

i can see why you might be sexually confused :smiley: :smiley: :laughing:

have you ever listened to affirmation my savage garden. it is one of my top ten fave songs in the whole wide world

sara
xxxxxx

Savage Garden… oh man, I thought I had sealed them deep in the memory vaults long ago. I don’t mind the chicki cherry cola one though.

Let’s see, the gayest thing about me…

  1. I like the Cranberries. That singer has a cool ‘I sing with an accent’ voice.

  2. I say ‘like’ alot. (Like I’ll just like… talking like this like…eh)

and you look just like one of my best friends in some of your pictures who is gay…

i don’t “eat meat” (to use your analogy) from time to time… tried women… it wasn’t my thing i knew i was straight… occasionally, i double check
:smiley:

Wow, liking the Cranberries is gay? Crap.

When I was younger, maybe 6-8, I had a thing for purses. I wanted one, I wanted to carry them around, I was always figiding with girl’s purses when I could get my hands on them. Didn’t care about what was in them.

I think we need a seperate thread, perhaps a seperate section of the forums, in which to explore this matter in greater detail. Also, I nominate myself as moderator.

i saw an episode of malcolm in the middle the other day and the youngest kid (can’t remember his name so i’m gonna call him bob cos its short)
was using one of his moms purses as a backpack… and reese/rhys was like you can’t take that you’ll be bullied. he even bought him a super cool back pack to use instead, but bob was like, no i like the purse i don’t want the back pack, so rhys/reece is like ok, i’ll have to let him (type thing) and some big kids comes up to bully bob, (rhys is watching and is like shit!!) and bob swings his purse round and thwacks some of them, the bullies run off crying… rhys comes up all like, wow!! omg that was amazing. bob casually opened up the purse and took out the brick he’d put in there
fucking awesome…
men who like purses- clearly not gay…
it was a real episode!!!

sara

xxx

I always cry when Jack slips off the table into the cold water.

titanic??

either that or i’m mightily confused…

I cry when she throws the diamond overboard.

:laughing: You’re a cold-hearted fiend.

gayest thing about me?

i like emo music and i’m not emo.

actually the gayest thing about me would be my tendency to randomly sing things like “build me up buttercup” or that song (can’t think of the name) that’s like

L! is for the way you look at me!
O! is for the only one i see!
V! is very very… extraordinary!
E! is even more than anyone that you adore…

Hello F(r)iends,

I forgot to mention this:

I like George Michael’s music.
Why? Cause I’ve got to have faith…

I cry when they pan away from Kate Winslett’s nakedness.

-Thirst

Oh…oh, my turn!

  1. The colors of my van.

It was made in eighty four and its every bit of the post-disco beige, orange, yellow and brown. The paint job is in very good to excellent condition…but its just…the colors. The bottom half is dark brown and the top half is light beige, the two divided by a stip of yellow and orange all the way around. And because the cheesy hippy chick that owned it before me painted a smiling sunshine on the back and a peace sign on the front, I get the oddest looks sometimes while driving it.

Because there are so many windows in it and therefore much taping, a good paint job is going to cost around two grand I would suspect. I plan to get it painted blue or green maybe.

  1. I like Joni Mitchell.

In fact I am listening to “Free Man in Paris” right now. Its an age thing I guess. Well, its more than that, but its easier to say that anyone before the age of twenty-five probably won’t like it because of being conditioned by mainstream. So only in those eyes would I look gay while listening to Joni Mitchell.

The irony is that she was one of the greatest singer/song-writers to mix folk styles with jazz, producing unique and instrumentally complex arrangements…but with a strong lyrical emphasis, in the decade of the seventies and into the early eighties.

I want to say arrogantly to ya’ll young kids: “ya’ll don’t know nuttin bout dat…dass old school.”

Oh, and while we’re on music, I’m gonna go ahead and say it…

I like three songs by Tears for Fears.

[detrop dodges tomatos and eggs as the audience boos and hisses]

I like straight porn way better than lesbian porn. Does that count?

I’m with you, and I have noted that porn viewers are usually one of two versions: either they use imagery that is posing, or imagery that is simulating actual sex. With a lesbian scene, the viewer has to “put himself there” and that requires concentration. With an actual sex scene, the viewers replace themselves with one of the two or more actors and/or actresses, and although there is this same projection, there is less effort in concentrating and the details are not left for the imagination to discover.

For example, if I watch a scene where a chick’s ass is the main spectacle, I might imagine her in a doggy-style position. So it is with intercourse scenes; one doesn’t have to imagine as much, the details are there.

One of my early girlfriends used to, upon request, move in a semi-pooched out succulent way, pouting a little here or there, and finally posing, before sex. I loved to watch her undress in the aforementioned poochedoutedness. To this day my brain has several files stored where I can recall many images as if I were there.

When I finish my hologram machine, along with my thermodynamic digital ionizer, I’m going to recreate the atomic structures of those events and experience them again.

(if any of you were clever you would say “time to move on, detrop.”)

Now that I’ve said it, you can’t say it. So suffice it to say that Melody was unlike any girlfriend and I going to invent a way to have interactive porn sessions with holographic virtual imagery of memorable women.

For a small fee you can come into my clinic and we’ll download some memories and arrange a scene where you can experience it. Electrodes will be placed on your head to stimulate sensory perception, while you interact with a holographic image. When, for example, you are touched, a stimulus will be prompted to produce that sensation. In other words, the reality will have density, mass, shape, and movement, while it is only a hologram.

I can make a brain in a jar work, people.