In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse.
Friends! Aren’t you tired of getting on the subway and listening to two teenage assholes engage in a loud debate about whether it’s “gay” or not to touch shoulders in the kind of “bro-hug” you see on the teevee when a team scores a goal/point/tee-dee? Wtf? And aren’t you sick of watching all the other asshole passengers — even a few who “looked” pretty fucking gay if you ask us — laugh and smile at these two cut-ups, as if they were really fucking hilarious? And aren’t you sick of having to stand there quietly, pretending to be above this constant barrage of unchecked bullshit, knowing that in 2008 you can still be mocked and stereotyped as if you were a _____ fifty years ago or a _____ before that? Aren’t you sick of living in the dark ages?
Yeah, well we’re pretty fucking sick of it too, which is why today we leaned over to these assholes and said: “Why don’t you STFU because from now on, to be ‘gay’ means one thing: having your cock in another guy’s mouth or ass or vice versa, which is basically the most awesome thing ever, and if you have a problem with it, keep your mouth shut or you’re gonna find it on the floor, got it?” Lol. We wish.
Friends, not every cat is lolcat.
