" I can still remember the first time I heard “Filthy/Gorgeous” by the Scissor Sisters. I was doing the usual Saturday night rounds, and had met up with a few friends at the local “stand & model” bar. The opening bass riff began, and I was hooked- something about the song's dirty rhythms spoke to me. Then the lyrics started: When you're walkin' down the street and the man tries to get your business, and the people that you meet wanna open you up like Christmas.” As the song continued, I found myself identifying with the words more and more. I tore my vision away from the video screens to notice that my friends had the same reaction - the song was written about me! We were astounded… and as if on cue, a sexy stud walked by, grabbed my ass and winked. I couldn't have imagined it better myself. Needless to say, “Filthy/Gorgeous” became a sort of theme song - it was as if someone had written a musical summary of me!"
when you market yourself as a blowup fuck doll, you should expect to be treated like a blowup fuck doll. he wants to be used like a piece of meat, and then he gets pissed off when he's used like a piece of meat? god, homosexuals are so fucking retarded.
the narcissism! i'm caught between laughing convulsively and wanting to take a shower so i don't feel so dirty. everything that's wrong with the gay community, RIGHT THERE.
" I can still remember the first time I heard “Filthy/Gorgeous” by the Scissor Sisters. I was doing the usual Saturday night rounds, and had met up with a few friends at the local “stand & model” bar. The opening bass riff began, and I was hooked- something about the song's dirty rhythms spoke to me. Then the lyrics started: When you're walkin' down the street and the man tries to get your business, and the people that you meet wanna open you up like Christmas.” As the song continued, I found myself identifying with the words more and more. I tore my vision away from the video screens to notice that my friends had the same reaction - the song was written about me! We were astounded… and as if on cue, a sexy stud walked by, grabbed my ass and winked. I couldn't have imagined it better myself. Needless to say, “Filthy/Gorgeous” became a sort of theme song - it was as if someone had written a musical summary of me!"
when you market yourself as a blowup fuck doll, you should expect to be treated like a blowup fuck doll. he wants to be used like a piece of meat, and then he gets pissed off when he's used like a piece of meat? god, homosexuals are so fucking retarded.
the narcissism! i'm caught between laughing convulsively and wanting to take a shower so i don't feel so dirty. everything that's wrong with the gay community, RIGHT THERE.
ew.
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