Mar 21, 2008 16:43
I have written a poem. It doesn't quite rhyme.
Johnny Weir, Johnny Weir
I need to change my underwear*
For you who aren't into this sort of thing - WORLD FIGURE SKATING CHAMPIONSHIP!!!1!
Lambiel was on just before Weir too, like some kind of foreplay. And Buttle right after the break, as compensation for that Johnny Weir was over, I suppose. Cute as a button, hideous clothes, though. When I have the time I will write a deep analysis of audience's response to Lambiel's ("I'm hot, I can dance and I know it!") program, especially the last two-finger move and how the audience just moaned after that. And the female commentor was completely quite for half a nminute after his gig and the male one kept coughing. But, dammit, Johnny Weir. I don't know shit about figure skating, but I know some about beautiful men and dancing, and he's good at that. So graceful and slender and light! Also he skated to a Russian song (w/o song ofc) and that's a win in my book.
I do appreciate other things in sakting than heteroresponse from my body, for the record.
*Because wet, obvs
porn,
eng,
figure skating