Gerard...ought we to be talking in public about another man's "flagpole?"
See what I have to put up with?
Well, er, my blog is called Cockalorum, which may mislead some people. I'm not on anybody's list, though, not even anybody's blogrolls.
It is also possible for a gay man to be inside a lesbian. Take Steadman Graham, for example.
So THAT's why my three cats spend so much time rubbing noses, sniffing butts, and grooming each other-- they're lesbians!
I'm a gay necro who's got a bunch of dead hobos with caved in skulls stashed in the basement. That doesn't make me a bad person does it?
No, not if you use a condom.
That is wicked, Gagdad, and really funny. How many Steadman's are there anyway/ I happen to be very happily married to a man who has found his niche as a survivor of the feminista movement and came out years ago as male lesbian and so find myself deeply moved by what you have to put up with , Juliette.
Juliette, you have my absolute sympathy and may call, email or post on my blog anytime to relieve the stress of dealing with.... well.....this kinda short-haired, blocky and rather testosterone laden lesbian who seems to have an inordinate and unseemly amount of influence over PajamasMedia. Plus he's contaminating the comfortably opaque liberal waters of my hometown with his carefully constructed reality rants!
Is there a residential twelve-step program we could perhaps get Gerard and Roger into? For, say, a decade? Perhaps in "Outer" Siberia?
For the record, over on my blog I've outed myself too. And it's not pretty.
I hear what you're saying about women wanting you to take part in these filthy activities, but you just have to be strong. Naturally she's asked me to, but I can only think of one time that I've actually changed a diaper.
I am not gay. Really. I am not gay.
But if it makes you feel better, I am now out.
I am actually a lapsed Presbyterian. Does that count?
I am not only not gay, I'm not even mildly elated.
I'm not Spartacus. I went out for a loaf of bread, and this great mob of angry men waving weapons of all sorts show up, shouting down with the Republic, and death to slave owners. Then you lot show up, slaughter those idiots in great numbers, and round up every man in sight. All I want to do is take my bread and go home. I have no idea who this Spartacus is, I don't know what he looks like, and I don't want to be him for love or money.
WHOLE lotta protesting too much going on here, methinks.
AskMom has it right, Paul. What is it you really want?