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a few weeks ago i was escorted out of "g" - a lightly lit (ha ha) fag bar in chelsea. after collecting my belongings, i noticed that I still had a decent amount of my long island ice tea left. With my eyes open about an eighth of an inch, i drunkenly slurred at the bouncer, "you can't make me leave til' ah finish mah drink. ah paid fo' this shit. i paid fo' it. you don't know me."
this of course was followed by me, crouched in a phone booth, balling and screaming at jamie on 8th avenue.
did i mention that it was only eleven o'clock in the evening at this point?
Yeah. Ryan shall not be entertaining the throngs of muscled fags in chelsea ever again.
today, my independent study advisor informed me that "you queer boys today just don't appreciate camp." I asked if he'd ever seen a film where a disgusting-looking gentleman asks jessie spano whether or not it's strange not having people come all over her every night.
"no," he replied.
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this of course was followed by me, crouched in a phone booth, balling and screaming at jamie on 8th avenue.
did i mention that it was only eleven o'clock in the evening at this point?
Yeah. Ryan shall not be entertaining the throngs of muscled fags in chelsea ever again.
today, my independent study advisor informed me that "you queer boys today just don't appreciate camp." I asked if he'd ever seen a film where a disgusting-looking gentleman asks jessie spano whether or not it's strange not having people come all over her every night.
"no," he replied.
mmmmmmhhmmmmpph
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