Oh...

Apr 24, 2006 10:34

Takuro-san is having trauma. His friend from Japan has been here for the past week or so, and Takuro doesn't want to come out and tell him he's gay. So now he's sick, and all messed up. I was with Takuro, Diana, and Kenny yesterday in a cafe, and we were talking about what he should do. Oh. Dear. God. What a NIGHTMARE! It brought back memories of one of the top 5 worst moments of my life: a conversation I had with James' Mom last year. I thought I was going to throw-up in the back of the taxi. Even though James had never told his parents, she made it clear she knew. We tried to convince Takuro that his friend probably already knows (he wears pink, tight rhinestone coated t-shirts, and carries a purse), and if your friend doesn't want to be friends with you after you tell him, well...then....you don't want him as a friend anyway.

"They go in the spring hot."
--Takuro's attempt at English

"You can show him the difference between bad gay and good gay."
--Kenny on the benefits of Takuro coming out to his friend

Lizzy: "If you wanna be straight in America, you have to wear a t-shirt that has Homer Simpson on it, drink beer, and grab your stuff...or at least scratch it, all the time."
Kenny: "Yeah, you gotta grab all your stuff and just go (grabs crotch) WHOOMP!"

"The Netherlands is gay country."
--Takuro

"We're HERE God damn it!" (Slams table and then snaps fingers)
--Kenny

"I think your friend thinks that you're straight and I'm a whore."
--Me, after an unfortunate cuddling moment
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