Camp it up
See now, I’m not an overtly gay person. I’m not limp wristed and I don’t air kiss. In fact, I’m a pretty unaffectionate person. My daddy never hugged me (he’s in a coma). It wasn’t until me and my friend Alex began to have increasing contact with the Zambeshes* (more so much him than me) - who talk really really gay. Referring to one another as the opposite gender, and/or ‘babe’. E.G. “She’s carrying holiday weight dontchathink, baaaaaabe”. Me and A thought this was hilarious and completely ridiculous, so of course started taking the piss. Slowly but surely, the dialect began to catch on, and we found ourselves using every part of their lingo - most devastatingly - “Caaaamp”.
“Camp” proved itself to actually be quite useful in describing things that were both ‘cool/exciting/fun/colourful” and equally “Ironic/ridiculous/pitiful/and really really gay/awful”.
So I introduce to you: ‘Faggotry’. A group I have created within Tumblr, a sub-group of Extra Firm Hold, and home to all things bad / colourful / exciting / depressing / camp.
* A very hostile species of gay, that work in or around the Zambesi fashion label store - prone to dance ironically but not really ironically on the dance-floor. Come in variations of black: jet black, glamour black and off black.
