The point is, I need to get some stuff off my chest regarding you people:
#1. STOP COMING TO OUR CLUBS. I know, we have better music. I know, the crowd, overall, is much more pleasing to look at. But nothing spoils my night quicker than being on the dance floor, trying to get my hand down my boyfriend's pants, and having some tuna-cunt elbowing me in the back because her beer-drenched date-rape-boyfriend has his tongue jammed down her throat. I don't enjoy smoking while dancing, but I will if it's the only means of getting you people away from me.
#2. BREEDERS DON'T HAVE GAYDAR. You all like to think you do, but you don't. If you did, Rosie O'Donell wouldn't have needed a fucking PrimeTime Live fucking special to come out. Every fag in the world watched that special and thought, "Aw, Christ. We don't have to tell 'em about the Catholic priesthood, do we?" If straight people had gaydar, the whole ban on faggots in the Boy Scouts would've been much funnier to you people. C'mon... how do you think most of us *got* this way?
#3. METROSEXUALITY IS THE BIGGEST COP-OUT SINCE "WE WERE DRUNK, I DON'T REMEMBER". Look. If you refer to Kylie Minogue by only her first name, or if you buy three or more products for your skin, chances are, you don't mind sucking a little cock, or, at the *very* least, there was a time in your life where you didn't mind it as much as you might think you do now. Whoop-dee-do. This world is divided into enough labels and disclaimers and excuses and explanations as it is, don't fall prey to the idea that you need to call yourself something in order to explain your lifestyle. Straight, gay, breeder, fag... do we *really* have nothing better to do than to sit around and come up with words to rationalize our behavior? C'mon....
