Going to Pride and Pink Sunday makes you proud to be gay.
Or if you’re like me, and sadly straight, then it makes you fricking *wish* you were gay.
And you peeps wonder why I kiss the girls.
Because I’m *mostly* straight. And by *mostly* I mean totally.
I can’t even pull off a bi vibe, sadly enough.
Which makes it even more ironic that you just might see me walking in the parade tomorrow.
Yes, I’m walking in Pride Parade.
On the Comcast/Showtime Float.
Look for me.
I’ll be the girl trying to out-gay the lesbians for once. Hah, as if I could.
Also: Let’s talk nomenclature.
Faghag = woman who is straight who hangs with gay men.
Fruitfly = Straight man who hangs with gay men.
Hembo = and as a caveat, this may only be a polish term, a straight man who hangs with lesbians.
??? = Me. The token straight chick who hangs out with a lotta lesbian girlfriends.
What the heck is that called?
Let’s call it an MJ.