My boyfriend is undoubtably the manliest guy I know. 100 lbs, 5'3 and donning hot pink skinny jeans and scene hair, he is an actor - the director said he wasn't macho enough for the lead this time. Everywhere he goes people call him gay, a fag, queer, and other gay slurs. He smiles, says thanks, and prances off. No matter how gay or weird he seems he keeps doing what he wants and driving his powder blue Prius, blaring Jeffree Star's Beauty Killer.
And maybe his flamboyant self-expression has taught me to let loose a little. After all, it takes a real man to pull of pink&blue zebra striped skinny jeans, particularly if he is holding hands with a girl in a matching pair.
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This post was great.
ReplyDeleteTruly brought a smile to my face.
:D