As you know I have a problem with YouTube. I think it’s gross. And all that clip and paste bulls*^t makes me crazy. When I see those video tributes made by people who obviously need a life it makes me ill. Creating a false reality makes you insane. Not hopeful. You’re seeing things that didn’t exist. And you got played by players. Who continue to play you because you’re um mm… Gullible. Alright that’s all I’m gonna say… Well one more thing: CBS should sue that site and make them take that stuff down. If you wanna post your homemade video of you dancing around and acting stupid or your “adorable” pet/baby eating tinsel or even your sex tape, fine but lay off me & my friends. There I’m done. Kinda.
This all started with a clip I was emailed of someone I thought was kinda a friend of mine saying homophobic things about me. Of course it’s on YouTube. Of course some ass grabbed it from the live feeds and posted it. Yeah, freedom of speech. Or freedom to post. Whatever. To the poster; did you put that up there because you thought it was funny? Or you agreed? Or to punish the person who said those things or who was spoken of? To the friend; I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and forgiving you for having a moment. We all did. I hope the hate that you pointed at me because of my sexuality isn’t a true statement as to who you are. In fact it was my sexuality that allowed me to see you clearly for who you are. Gay boys don’t get played by men. Unless there’s ass involved. Then all bets are off.
I met a guy, which isn’t that special since I meet lots of guys. Yeah, I’m seeing someone. But we have yet to reach that point where it’s exclusive. AND it would be nice if we did but that has yet to happen SO until you slip the 5 carats on my finger… And I’m looking for the 3 cees: carats, clarity and cut… Don’t come round herrah with no 1 carat ring you got from Zales. Wait, wait, wait…that makes me sound like a gold-digger. And I’m not. I’m practical. And I’m romantic. I see girls all the time sporting bling. And yeah I want one. I want to start a trend of men wearing big, gaudy rocks on their wedding finger! Damn it like Heather Locklear, I’m worth it! How did this turn into me trying to justify my desire to be married? Besides I wouldn’t wear a diamond. We all know that they are as common as rocks in Africa and because of smart marketing and horrid business practices by the leading diamond brokers in the world we think diamonds are special. They aren’t. Rubies and sapphires are actually rarer. But I digress…The point is a married guy hit on me. And he didn’t have the balls to take off his ring either. Or maybe his balls were so big he thought he didn’t have to! Player you ain’t got that much game! I ain’t 20 and this ain’t my first time at the rodeo. Or the mall. Though a guy you meet in mens shoes at Barneys, Beverly Hills is much more attractive than say a guy you meet at Pavillions in the tp aisle. Wow. I’m all over the place today. Well he (Mr Married) was cute so I listened. Hey everyone gets the chance to make their pitch. Take their proverbial shot. The lines were good. Well-rehearsed. Smooth. I took it all in; the cut of the suit was tight. Patek Phillippe. I’m feeling that. Didn’t care much for that too pointy shoe but you took a chance. What you should have done was paid for the $500 Miu Miu boots I was trying on. Just a suggestion.
The thing is Mr Married, you have a wife. There is someone out there that thinks, no hopes that you belong to them. And as my momma used to say when I was a little boy, “They leave you like they find you.” If you are cheating on her when you met me then I can for damn sure foresee you cheating on me. I ain’t stupid. And that is bad karma for me to walk into that. Knowingly. I’m just saying…
And what is up with all these married guys, still married, creeping? Get therapy. And stand up to the commitment you made before family, friends and God! Either that or you need to come the hell out of the closet. I’m just saying. It’s time. I mean Brokeback Mountain was nominated for an Oscar. Gay marriage is slowly sweeping the nation. And every star on TV now seems to know their way around a… It’s time to make a decision to be happy.
Anyway I’m annoyed today. My boy is away for Xmas and hasn’t called me enough. I think if you are away you should call more. But that’s just me. I’ve been going out too much. My crew and I have been out and about a lot. But what’s a boy to do? I wanna do something. I mean who wants to sit at home every night? I’m cute. Sorta young… I need a job. That’s what I need. Something to focus on other than my abs or ever-expanding then shrinking ass. The holidays are about to be over. Not a moment too soon. I can’t wait til the 26th. I’m shopping like it’s my job. Oh wait, it is! Love that. And pilot season is right around the corner.
Happy Holidays. I may be feeling like Scrooge but I do remember that this season is about love, rebirth, second chances, family and forgiveness. Let’s all try.
I still don’t have an out-phrase. I don’t like “Work your show”… That’s a little drag queen-y. I’m just saying… Hey! I like that. I say it all the time.
I’m just saying…