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Bitch has NEVER been to NZ. What is that about? It’s right next door. Apparently there has never been a venue big enough camp enough to house her show. Bollocks, we would have made it work babs. Anyway, I will be going, I guess because… well what kind of Mo wouldn’t? ya know? I have reservations though – I am concerned about the hoards and hoards of ugly UGLY faggots that Auckland / NZ will bring out. The worst kind, the AIDSEY kind. I don’t want to get the hivvie, but I love Kylie? But I hate High-fivers…but I love Kylie? What’s a Mo to do? Alex said he’ll get the train up from Wellington, “ya know, do the locomotion literally”.
You join 100 other faggots in their love for all things camp.
“I’d always thought gays were regular people, just like you and me, and that the stereotype of homosexuals as hedonistic, sex-crazed deviants was just a destructive myth,” said mother of four Hannah Jarrett, 41, mortified at the sight of 17 tanned and oiled boys cavorting in jock straps to a throbbing techno beat on a float shaped like an enormous phallus. “Boy, oh, boy, was I wrong.”
The parade, organized by the Los Angeles Gay And Lesbian And Bisexual And Transvestite And Transgender Alliance (LAGALABATATA), was intended to “promote acceptance, tolerance, and equality for the city’s gay community.” Just the opposite, however, was accomplished, as the event confirmed the worst fears of thousands of non-gay spectators, cementing in their minds a debauched and distorted image of gay life straight out of the most virulent right-wing hate literature.
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Seriously, I was walking down Oxford street in Sydney - the GAYEST STREET EVER MADE, EVER (srsly, it’s lined with HUGE rainbow flags everywhere, and has a liquor store called ‘lick-her store’), and this guy punches me in the side of the face. I was drunk as hell so it didn’t really hurt it just kind of surprised me. I turned around and looked at him, like ‘what-the-fuck??’. “Fucking faggot” he says. I look at his friend who is equally as shocked. I clench my fist and push him backwards, about to punch - but then remembered that little ‘situation’ from last year, and decided to move backwards. I yell at him: “What the fuck? Seriously?”. His friend pulls him back as he tries to smack me again, so I keep walking. Down the road two guys ask me if I’m okay. Still bewildered, I’m like: “What the fuck?? This is Oxford street, he’s lucky he didn’t get gang raped”. They nod with their mouths open, so I just keep on walking. WHAT THE FUCK. My jaw still hurts a little, but I totally love the idea that I was dressed SO GAY that it made a guy ANGRY.
Best. Giant-hooded-vest. EVER.
