New appetite suppressant:
Toggling through People You May Know on Facebook and taking note of the ever-increasing quantity of obscenely ripped gay boiiiz between whom my degrees of separation continue to shrink.
Trust me. It totally werrrqs.
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You know how everyone else knew I was gay? 1:10
If all of my friends had been as crafty as my friend Jess, every Christmas card I received freshmen year of college would have featured heart-shaped cutouts of Sarah Jessica Parker’s 2005 Gap ad campaign.
Could I have thought of a less convincing celebrity crush? The answer is, uh, NO. Not really. But I do challenge you to prove me wrong in comments section, below.
Go on. DO IT. Get to thinking.
You know how everyone else knows I’m gay, now? 1:7
One minute I’m updating my Facebook profile to share the status of my plight for pre-sale Kylie Minogue tickets:
And the next, openly gay Hollywood film director, producer, and luster of twinks – Bryan Singer – is a suggested friend!
Alright, okay. 32 minutes later. But still –
GAY.
How Not To Convince People You Aren’t A Lesbian.
GOprah on a camping trip with the woman long rumored to be your true lover.
Stereotypes, people: they exist for a reason.
Am I riiight or – wait – wait – what am I saying?!
I’m so right.
You know how everyone else knew I was gay? 1:9
At Snowcoming – our winter dance – my freshmen year of high school, I requested that a gaggle of my female friends line up and bend over so I could photograph their asses.
Pretty hetero, actually.
Until I pasted it onto an abstract arrangement of multicolored construction paper and tucked it into my scrapbook.
Sure had myself fooled, though:
