In the spirit of National Coming Out Day, I would just like to confirm all your little suspicions: Yes, I am a big homo. Ladies, I’m sorry to disappoint, but it’s true. I like to give it and take it up the butt and in the mouth. (Mom, I’m sorry you had to read that.) In the sack (or behind the shack), I like chest hair and Adam’s apples and external sex organs and chests without soft, fleshy protuberances. And, well, I don’t think it means much more than that. There may be ancillary effects, but I don’t think any of them are direct results of my preference for man-man lovin’. But still, there you have it.
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I’m shocked! How can we ever be friends now?
And I had you lined up for my sister an’ all!
really – you a homo? surely not – I thought you were going to be the token straight boy at the gayblogmeet™…
Dear Sparky’s Mom, I have to say don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. The clues were all there when Sparky was younger, right? The dried flower collection, the wearing of your high-heels ‘for a laugh’ and the fact that he knew the words to all the Barbara Streisand hits. If ever you need to talk…
At least you’re comfortable with your sexuality. There’s a friend I know, and the guy isn’t sure whether he’s homosexual or not…
wait!…you mean you don’t like girls?
Don’t get me wrong — I’m a great admirer of the ladies. Just not in, you know, that way. Let’s just be friends, OK?
Hey, wow, I like those things too!!
Does that mean I’m gay?
-Confused in Alexandria, Virginia
oct 11 is my bday!
OK….Now that you’ve confirmed it, I don’t wanna mind my own business (1) any longer! I want some edits to the BELOW THE WAIST section.
(1) a reference to Info.