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More and more, I'm beginning to feel like a big fag. Not just a little fag, a la the food guy, but more the uber queer, a la the fashion guy. I guess i've been fagging it up because I feel like I need to be playing my role, letting people know that there are, in fact, queers in dark spaces. Short of 'macking' on some dude in full public view, I think every homo feels the need to assert their presence. In some respect, I feel that I 'represent' fagocites everywhere I go/am. Work, especially, feels fagless. At least as far as I can physically see. I can't imagine a better collections agency than one staffed completely with drag queens. "Bitch. I sayyyyd no. PAY yo fukin bill, guttertramp!" I don't think the black girls on my team understand that I'm impersonating a drag queen, and not a black woman. Sure, they're similar in speech, but... um... er... okay, I guess all drag queens impersonate black women. Nevermind.
Speaking of queer acheivments, I was employee of the month for my team in march. I won an MTV TRL manpurse. And I got a note from Ty, my manager, which translates as;
"Hey Colin, I'm confused. I don't really understand whats going on! I'm smiling! Can you help me because I don't get it!? You're pretty! I like balllooooooons! Be nice to me, okay!? And, will you be my friend?!"
Okay, so it's an interpretation, but still. He's pretty empty, and at no point does it show more that when he looks into your eyes. Just an unchanging fix that makes me a little unnerved. I call into question his perception of reality.
Hung out with Alisha and Robert. Those two make me wish I had taken up beer night. Thursdays are dull indeed, and I tivoed the shit out of ER. Alisha and Robert are as unchanging as the tide and Doyle's still a kleptomaniac while Bill still pines for me ever so... ummm... secretly. So, to tye *guf* it all up... *oh lord, wont you drop a new gay man into my socail scene?* I mean, come on. Liven the mix with a little fruit. Excpet, this time, wont you make it a little bit more pomegranite?
Speaking of queer acheivments, I was employee of the month for my team in march. I won an MTV TRL manpurse. And I got a note from Ty, my manager, which translates as;
"Hey Colin, I'm confused. I don't really understand whats going on! I'm smiling! Can you help me because I don't get it!? You're pretty! I like balllooooooons! Be nice to me, okay!? And, will you be my friend?!"
Okay, so it's an interpretation, but still. He's pretty empty, and at no point does it show more that when he looks into your eyes. Just an unchanging fix that makes me a little unnerved. I call into question his perception of reality.
Hung out with Alisha and Robert. Those two make me wish I had taken up beer night. Thursdays are dull indeed, and I tivoed the shit out of ER. Alisha and Robert are as unchanging as the tide and Doyle's still a kleptomaniac while Bill still pines for me ever so... ummm... secretly. So, to tye *guf* it all up... *oh lord, wont you drop a new gay man into my socail scene?* I mean, come on. Liven the mix with a little fruit. Excpet, this time, wont you make it a little bit more pomegranite?