where guys are so averse to anything gay, they won't say the number two, because it's associated with faeces. Like, serious hoops they're jumping through to count one, one plus one, three, (or "few" or "second" or "1.99"). And they won't say things that have dubious terms in them, like "man" and "anal." So "Manchester" is "Gyalchester" and "bacchanal" is "backagyal".
And there's also a cultural, apparently, aversion to oral sex. So you can't say anything that alludes to that...like, say, "eat."
...seriously? That blows "no homo" out of the water.
I'm assuming those dudes wouldn't approve of me saying "blows."
How does True Blood manage to make werewolves and vampires so unsexy? So many good looking people going to waste. I keep watching, because I figure I'll work out what other people have realised before me, but it's so strident and everyone's so unappealling other than Jesus and Lafayette.
I'm assuming those dudes wouldn't approve of me saying "blows."
Some of them won't use a straw.
It's that bad.
My sister has to interview these guys without getting on a chair and screaming "BUT YOU ARE ALL SO GAY!!!!!" at them. Which is a testament to something she learnt in higher education.
I keep doing double-takes watching Rookie Blue because the tall rookie that just got stabbed looks so much like the last guy I dated.
I keep recasting Alexander Skarsgard with Johann Urb. I have a severe Johann Urb casting problem. In my Hollywood, he gets a lot of work.
Some of them won't use a straw.
Ha! Fuck 'em in the ass if they can't take a joke.
My sister has to interview these guys without getting on a chair and screaming "BUT YOU ARE ALL SO GAY!!!!!" at them. Which is a testament to something she learnt in higher education.
Wow, better her than me, because I couldn't do that. Holy crap.
Love the eyeshadows, those are great!
I'm thinking about demanding a trophy for being Dead Last on my team today.
It's homophobia so severe it's pretty clearly channelled misogyny. A complete fear and rejection of anything that associates with the feminine role. It's strident and ironically hysterical.
Some of them won't use a straw.
They're very 12, aren't they? Or 19, like the guys I knew in college.
