30 Days
I was watching the show 30 Days last night, the episode where the Michigan farm boy goes to live in the Castro District SF, CA with a gay man for 30 days.
Before he goes, he's talking to the camera. He's holding a football, kind of spinning it in his hands and he says, "I don't know what they will like to do, I don't know if they will like to do the things I like to do, like toss the ball around or if they will want to drink wine and go to museums."
Gads! Not that! Those damn queers with their wine and their art...everything that's what's wrong with America. Danger! All that genteel wine sipping and catty converstaion about painting.
Ok, I'll stop now.
Of course, by the end, he'd come to see that we are all people...his very sweet gay roommate (who bore a striking resemblance to Kevin Spacy - but less creepy and better looking) was kind of choked up when he left.
Before he goes, he's talking to the camera. He's holding a football, kind of spinning it in his hands and he says, "I don't know what they will like to do, I don't know if they will like to do the things I like to do, like toss the ball around or if they will want to drink wine and go to museums."
Gads! Not that! Those damn queers with their wine and their art...everything that's what's wrong with America. Danger! All that genteel wine sipping and catty converstaion about painting.
Ok, I'll stop now.
Of course, by the end, he'd come to see that we are all people...his very sweet gay roommate (who bore a striking resemblance to Kevin Spacy - but less creepy and better looking) was kind of choked up when he left.