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Today I feel like a gay man strutting around the office with my girlish of walks and my prettiest of dresses. I went to the fridge to see who’s food was worth gawking at but no such food was worthy of such a fiercely transformed tongue as is the one I wear today, perhaps Cornish Gain Hen. Ha, more like Cornish Gay Hen or perhaps even a few Boyish Gay Men (the only men this female bisexual has ever been attracted to). ::phone rings:: Excuse me. It’s just like my sister to interrupt my fabulousness. I believe my scandals have far surpassed hers as well as many others. We’ll get back to her and my scandals a little later.
When you’re a gay man you really have a great concept of the importance of acceptance over judgment. Now, when you see someone wearing white after Labor Day, that is a different story all together.
Such endowed gifts of the gay man offer explanation to why there are so many Fag Hags in the world (that and their impeccable taste in fine furnishings, their attention to detail, and not to mention their amazing skills in the culinary arts). So when I say I am feeling like a gay man, this translates into I am feeling a million bucks honey! This marks the day after the day that this twenty three year old gal and her group of girlfriends had a very gay idea while lunching on a park bench.
First you must ask yourself if you are ready for the idea of all ideas. Of course like many of the greatest ideas, it was conquered up over bowl. It is no wonder that our fellow Native Americans believe that they could speak to gods while they were high. Who could come up with an idea as amazing as buying a building with many floors and a basement? Ok, any one can. But what we have decided to do with the space is an integration of innovations. We are taking this industrial eutopia and morphing it into our very own pleasure dome loaded with a wine cellar, a marketing firm, a print shop, an art gallery, a dance studio/ venue by night, bar/arcade, residential floor, and recording studio and we are throwing in a vet place for my sister and Luz.
Ana- would head the marking firm, Gina and Joe John- the art gallery, Ariel- the dance studio/ Venue, Tony- the bar/arcade, Carlos and Ferny- the recording studio. D.A. would handle all of our legal issues. And after such a chaos, Danny would be happiest in the wine cellar. Vanessa and I Cristy would head the print shop. Of course we would all live in the residential floor and savor the fruits that our services bring to the community. A building satisfying the basic of emotional needs, fun, company, sedation, making ones self known (in other words a false sense of importance), supporting and evoking action through the visual, printed, and musical arts.
The money issue came up only once and then the proposal was written and submitted to MTV. They read about my three some with Danny and Ana, my current non relationship with Ana’s ex, Danny’s childhood friend, Ariel, and various other scandals I shall keep undisclosed at this moment. After that they agreed to sponsor the entire project so long as they have rights to record every second of it for their new reality show.
Building on reality makes for great fiction.
When you’re a gay man you really have a great concept of the importance of acceptance over judgment. Now, when you see someone wearing white after Labor Day, that is a different story all together.
Such endowed gifts of the gay man offer explanation to why there are so many Fag Hags in the world (that and their impeccable taste in fine furnishings, their attention to detail, and not to mention their amazing skills in the culinary arts). So when I say I am feeling like a gay man, this translates into I am feeling a million bucks honey! This marks the day after the day that this twenty three year old gal and her group of girlfriends had a very gay idea while lunching on a park bench.
First you must ask yourself if you are ready for the idea of all ideas. Of course like many of the greatest ideas, it was conquered up over bowl. It is no wonder that our fellow Native Americans believe that they could speak to gods while they were high. Who could come up with an idea as amazing as buying a building with many floors and a basement? Ok, any one can. But what we have decided to do with the space is an integration of innovations. We are taking this industrial eutopia and morphing it into our very own pleasure dome loaded with a wine cellar, a marketing firm, a print shop, an art gallery, a dance studio/ venue by night, bar/arcade, residential floor, and recording studio and we are throwing in a vet place for my sister and Luz.
Ana- would head the marking firm, Gina and Joe John- the art gallery, Ariel- the dance studio/ Venue, Tony- the bar/arcade, Carlos and Ferny- the recording studio. D.A. would handle all of our legal issues. And after such a chaos, Danny would be happiest in the wine cellar. Vanessa and I Cristy would head the print shop. Of course we would all live in the residential floor and savor the fruits that our services bring to the community. A building satisfying the basic of emotional needs, fun, company, sedation, making ones self known (in other words a false sense of importance), supporting and evoking action through the visual, printed, and musical arts.
The money issue came up only once and then the proposal was written and submitted to MTV. They read about my three some with Danny and Ana, my current non relationship with Ana’s ex, Danny’s childhood friend, Ariel, and various other scandals I shall keep undisclosed at this moment. After that they agreed to sponsor the entire project so long as they have rights to record every second of it for their new reality show.
Building on reality makes for great fiction.