Bellisimo
I did drinks in the ‘Stro with Gideon, my old flame from back in the day on Friday, and within the first five minutes, he told me he’s breaking up with his boyfriend. Promising thing. I don’t want to get too in over my head, though, but I will say I’m excited. We had a grand ole time, and even if things don’t go in that direction, he’ll still make the best cocktail buddy.
I’m a bit sick to death of defending Perez Hilton on IMDb for his Ms. America comment. It’s not like I think it was the nicest thing to call her a “dumb bitch”, but she is! She’s one of a million voices of intolerance in this country who continue to make life shit for gay people for no good reason.
And just because he called her a “dumb bitch” and painted penis pictures over her face on his site (like he does with every celebrity), that doesn’t mean he’s “setting back the gay movement” or making a bad name for gay people. He is ONE GAY PERSON. Not the fucking spokesperson for our race! So peoples’ overarching self-righteousness needs to stop now. Or as Mrs. Brady told Jan, “Cut the crap, Jan!”
I don’t know how it happened. There doesn’t appear to be one triggering event. But I cut out sweets from my diet. No more yummy chocolate chip cookies. And as I’m getting more acclimated–nay, enjoying cardio at the gym (I out elliptical-ed two bitches next to me yesterday, and glowed with pride and sneers), I’m seeing some semblance of my vodka gut receding. Smiles all around, folks.
