Dolly Parton delivers the commencement address at the Univeristy of Tennessee in 2009.
Dolly Parton delivers the commencement address at the Univeristy of Tennessee in 2009.
From my friend Molly, a Neil Goldberg video of 73 gay men brushing their cats and saying, “She’s a talker”. This, of course, has absolutely no resonance for me. None at all.
(Click through for video, unless you’re a homophobe. In which case, why the hell are you reading this?)
And a very small facet at that. Divine, in her interesting musical career, seems to have relied exclusively on a Moroder-inspired backing synth. The video below for the song Shake It Up is a good example.
I also enjoy that there are no obvious phallic symbols whatsoever. Click through for the good times.
I was thinking just now that the creators of Doogie Howser, M.D. really should have made Doogie a gerontologist, because it would have been quite humorous to see the young doctor interacting with rotating cast of crotchety yet lovable oldsters.
It would also be funny because old people hate homosexuals so much.
Why is it that large amounts of alcohol can make ABBA lyrics seem trenchant?
Imagine, if you will, that I reside in your fair state. Also imagine that I own livestock. For the sake of this scenario, let’s say I raise goats. Veal goats, succulent fattened veal goats that bleat wearily from their veal goat pens. Under the rights afforded to my veal goats under your recently passed Proposition 2, would those goats that identify as homosexual be allowed to marry? Or are their special provisions of Proposition 8 that would prevent such a union?
Please advise.
Between the forthcoming premiere of Lipstick Jungle and Clay Aiken’s announcement that he’s gay, this is an exciting time to be a queer.
You can’t identify as straight-acting when you suck dick. They’re mutually exclusive.
Why on earth am I watching The Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert for the second time in as many days?
Oh wait, that’s right. I’m a bored homosexual.