I like that show Will and Grace. Not that I identify with any of the characters. But I so love Jack and Karen. I have this frociate. And he’s a whore. It’s well documented. But what also is documented is his gayness. Several people who have been around him have suspected it.
I don’t warn people before they meet him. I just cut him loose on them. When he meets women through me, invariably one of two things happen. Either they pull me to the side and say things like, “I didn’t know he was gay. That explains a lot.” Or, and this is what trips me out the most, they end up screwing him. I guess I’m sort of his pimp. Only these hoes aren’t paying me!
He has quite the way with the ladies!!! But a lot of men who are over-compensating for their interest in Dick do. Even my step-father, having never met the guy, only through stories, asked if he was gay. The guy, really is a nice dude. Lots of fun. Cool to hang out with and talk to. But there’s that whorish/is-he-gay thing standing in the way of us becoming a duo to rival that of Will and Grace Jack and Karen Will and Grace!! I won’t be a flat-chest, neurotic, red-head!! But I’ll be smartly dressed and straight. I already have several alcoholic friends to co-star in our Kajuana and Frociate Show. We could so make this work if only he’d give up this whole screwing women thing and be the fabulously gay man he was born to be.
And here it comes. The Kajuana Show entry twist.
Are the gays born that way?? I love to listen to these debates because it always turns to a gay person saying they knew at 3 they liked the same sex. Bwahahahahaa!! At 3 huh? Maybe I’m just slow developmentally. But at 3, I was…Well I don’t remember what I liked cus I don’t remember being three. My first memory is of being 5 and sitting on my mother’s lap in a principal’s office. It was January and we’d just moved from NY to MI. I’d just turned 5 and I was being enrolled in grade K. I was the valedictorian of that class that spring. But I was really supposed to be in pre-school. Thanks to a slacking principal who didn’t check my birthdate, I was eased right into K. Thankyouverymuch Madame Slackerpants!
Back to the gays. Oh the puns! I don’t remember the day I realized I was attracted to boys. And I don’t recall the day I realized I was definately not attracted to women. Why? Because I never thought about it. But for the gays, I hear a lot of stories about them realizing they were different. Different from their friends and the adults around them.
I don’t know why gay people are gay. I just know that some men enjoy the sexual company of other men. And some women enjoy the sexual company of other women. And if that’s how they roll, roll on. What I do have a problem with is them comparing their plight to that of Blacks in America. Why? It’s simple. With a few statistically minor exceptions, gays can blend in. It’s not until they are slobbing down someone of the same sex that we know for sure they are gay. But Blacks? No!! when I walk anywhere, hell even over the phone and innanets, people know I’m Black. No hiding it. No blending in–except when I’m with a bunch of other Black people. I’m not saying the gays should try to blend in neccessarily. I’m saying they could. I’m saying that Blacks can’t so easily.
I’m not pro- or anti-gay. I’m for people doing what makes them happy so long as it doesn’t harm anyone else. And waht about religion? Some people say the Bible clearly states being gay is wrong. The same argument could be made for interpretting other things in the Bible. And if being gay is wrong, I’m pro-giving people the choice to make that decision. If being gay is a ticket to Hell, I’m all about letting people stand in line, pay the loot, get the ticket and board the train. To Hell that is.
And if my frociate wants to continue to pretend to be straight and like pussue, I shall let him. But he should know that we could have a whole lot more fun if he’s just get his gay on!!!! CUs for real, he’d make a fabulous ‘out’ gay guy.
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