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July 28, 2012
I Really Need To Post The Entirety Of This Comment For You
So, you know that Chick-Fil-A has been in some turmoil lately. They've emerged as anti-gay marriage and, well, proud of it. So gays don't want to patronize them and with good reason. I'll never go to one again. And then recently their CEO made some bold affirmations of those anti-gay rights beliefs. Well, as it turns out, their high-up who handles PR and shit, died of a heart attack very recently. Boy is that fascinating. Well, there's a Queerty story that reads with this headline:
THIS IS MY FAVORITE COMMENT BUT THERE ARE 50 OTHERS WORTH BEATING YOUR BRAIN WITH:
"No. 36 · mrsbuela · Member · 3 comments
oh honeys mrs buela here to tell all of ya ta git over yerselfs honey oh lawds yes honey.
all this happy horse manure about takin the high road and not stoopin to their levels honey puhleeeese honey.
there two ways this can go honey yall can sit back and let them stomp all over ya or ya can grow a set stand up and toss their happy horse manure back at em wit interest honey oh yes honey and guess which one ol buela is doin honey?
the lgbt community dint start this honey oh no honey that dumbass cathy did honey he coulda easily said nothin and nobody woulda been wiser but he got up there and rubbed it in the faces of the lgbt community honey oh yes honey it like a kkk member tellin the blacks he givin money to noose makin companies honey oh yes it is honey.
ol buela gots no sympathy for the man honey oh no she dont honey cuz honey he was fully aware of what was goin down. if he had an ounce of a conscience he woulda told cathy where to stick it and resign honey but no honey he stayed on honey doin cathy’s dirty work honey oh lawds yes honey.
mrs buela so tired of all this happy horse manure of people sayin they aint gonna stoop to those levels honey wake up and smell the coffee honey cuz obviously yall sittin there on your holier than tho thrones aint helpin honey hell no honey make the lgbt community look like a buncha wimps honey oh yes honey maybe if more people in the community would grow a set of balls and stand up we wouldn’t keep getting plowed by foot long barb wired covered didlos honey. cuz honey once they learn they dont want ta go messin wit ya honey they will go find somebody else to hate on honey oh lawds yes honey.
and while ol buela at it honey and she definitely walk the walk and not sit on here and talk bout how good she gonna walk and then do all that titty baby whinin honey ol buela been terrorizin the hell outta tha local chick fila here in new orleans honey oh yes honey it day two of buelas rampage honey. it start yesterday when she went into all six and place a big order and then she wait and then cancel it after they start preparin the food honey and announce she goin to popeyes instead honey oh yes honey she did it honey yall can count on it honey ol buela does what she say she gonna do honey not like many of tha sackless wonders sittin on here hidin behind their computer screens honey oh yes honey buela went there again honey.
then today ol buela continued her rampage honey oh yes honey she go to three chick filas honey and when that female cashier ask her what she wanna order ol buela tell her she aint givin no order to no woman honey hell no honey go read the bible honey 1 timothy 2:12 honey it say women needs to keep them traps shut honey oh yes honey she aint got no business talkin to a man honey cuz honey if chick fila all about christian values then it best be applyin all of em honey oh yes honey and then ol buela rip into tha biotch manager honey cuz honey accordin to the bible women aint supposed to be in position of authority honey oh yes honey go look it up honey. and honey that skank also had a big ol tattoo honey that a nono in the bible too honey oh yes it is honey so ol buela read tha skank like a library book honey oh yes she did honey a second day of a big ol scene in the local chick filas honey oh yes honey its buelas new hobbie to go in and harass tha hell outta em and make a big ol scene honey and honey while buela there doin her thing several people leave the store honey oh yes honey by the time ol buela done nobody gonna be eatin at any of em down here honey oh lawds yes honey.
so yall think ol buela gives a rapid rats rectum that some hatin corporate tool bit the big one honey? hell no honey ol buela will go into them chick filas tomorrow wit a pic of him and say it gods will cuz he wasn’t a good christian honey cuz he work for a company that allow women to have authority over men honey oh yes honey ol buela got a mean streak in her honey oh it true honey but ol buela she only toss back what thrown her way honey so if they want to have a pissin match ol buela up for it honey she gots goood kidneys and big ol bladder and can hold it for a real long time honey lets see who can out piss who honey.
ding dong that hater’s dead honey. ol buela now gonna go look for his pic so she can take it inta chick filas tomorrow honey."
July 25, 2012
Gawker's Rich Juzwiak's First Two Fire Island Experiences
In one of the most satisfying gay reads I've experienced in some time, Juzwiak talks about his first two weekends spent on Fire Island. I can ONLY imagine what I'd be like in these circumstances.
He begins, well, it's 2012, and: "We can go be gay in so many places, on so many beaches, and our visibility in straight society has the added potential of helping our cause of acceptance – more so, at least, than elected segregation that doesn't strike me as particularly cruisy, even. We no longer have to tuck ourselves away. We can just exist and if anyone has a problem with it, it's probably going to end up being a real problem for them. I dare someone to say something to me about me sitting my gay ass on a beach with another boy and listening to Mariah Carey and reading some trashy women's book (like Wifey). It hasn't happened yet and I've been doing it for years.
That said, the freedom to be as limp-wristed as you are or just want to be that day in the sun is a beautiful thing. I don't know if I made the most of that option during my Fire Island experience, but I appreciated it all the same."
But take a gander at these three paragraphs, three of my favorite:
"Determined to make our Saturday special, I simmered some weed in butter and put it on toast for my housemates and I. We ate it, did some more swimming in the pool and then R and I embarked to attend a few parties, leaving the rest of the guys behind. There was some confusion as to the location of the first, a benefit for the Abzyme Research Foundation, and we ended up following an older gentleman up to the gate of what turned out to be a nude barbecue for more older gentlemen. A saw a grill, a nutsack and a lot of baggy ass in the seven seconds it took for the door to swing shut – a portal to an even more specific alien world inside the one I was in. I couldn't hang with the underwear crowd, and so those guys seemed really, really advanced. I wonder what precautions they take to keep burger grease off their balls.
We found our way. At the benefit party, we were given a punch upon entry. We ascended to the roof, which provided a 360 view of the island, and as much water as our eyes could hold. Gorgeous. Paradise. "I think this is spiked. This punch is spiked," I said to R, my anxiety rising with every word. "No it's not. We're just really high," he said carefully. Indeed. We were coming up so hard and so quickly that we decided to stop babbling at the nice people nearby who seemed to have all of their brains intact. We excused ourselves to attend a Bastille Day party.
Outside, under the speckled shade, I realized that I was high-school high. Literally, I had not been that lifted in 15 years, and during the specific time I'm thinking back to, I thought my legs had stopped working. I was convinced I'd die from a THC overdose and I couldn't imagine how embarrassing that would be for my family. On Fire Island, I thought about how logical it would be for me to fall on my face right then, right there. I'd do everything I could to keep from doing so, but I decided that I'd understand if it happened. I felt out of control, vulnerable and terrified."
THE WHOLE THING IS HERE.
July 16, 2012
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July 10, 2012
There Are Totes Band Favorites That Could Make You Whack
In which I meditate on a Flavorwire post about how a certain 15 bands/genres make you undateable. I agree, disagree, and add others worth considering HERE.
July 6, 2012
July 5, 2012
Frank Ocean's Thoughtful And Brave Coming-Out Blog Post
Please go HERE for its entirety, but here's a little snippet:
"4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I'd see him, and his smile. I'd hear his conversation and his silence ... until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless..."
You can bet your ass that I'mma buy his new record, channel ORANGE, when it comes out in a couple weeks.
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