Sometimes I fear that more than anything else, my competitive nature will be the death of me. I have a friend, we'll call him "KH" who believes himself to be the gayest man on earth. This really pisses me off.
It is true that he will resort to behavior that I won't even remotely consider, like dressing up as the mayor of Munchkin Town just for the hell of it,. But, I write that off to really bad taste, not gayness.
Overall, I may not win the war, but I'd like to think that on some days I win the occasional battle. Today, for example, I went shopping. Please consider my purchases and then let me know: who is gayer than me, at least for today?
So first, I bought this T-shirt for reasons I need not explain.
And then I bought a new carpet for the bedroom, also for reasons I need not explain. The rug measures 8'2'' x 8'2'' / 250 cm x 250 cm--something about that size seemed just right, not too small, not too big, but just right.
The rug was irresistible. The artist, Roberto Majan of Spain produces luxurious carpets with extraordinary fine art that is also outrageously pornographic. I'm old enough now so that anyone in my family who would have a heart attack to find this carpet in my home, is already dead. This particular piece is from a series of truly beautiful, delightful and perversely filthy queer porn--and I mean queer to the Nth degree and then some.
Next I realized that I also needed to replace my wireless cell phone headset which seemed to have been crushed during the Friday night rush. I could not resist the new Dolce & Gabbana Motorola H700 which appears to have all the latest state of the art features. And it's Dolce & Gabbana, a Dolce & Gabbana wireless cell phone headset. The Devil may wear Prada, but I've got D&G rammed in my ear.
Finally, all that shopping made my mouse explode, so here's my new one.
So? I ask you? What's the verdict? Who is gayer than moi, aujourd'hui? KH, eat my fairy dust.