deathpixie: (firefly lust)
Rossi ([personal profile] deathpixie) wrote2007-06-26 12:33 pm
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Dear anonymous

Dear Anonymous Person who asked here if going to the Pride march (or intending to - Act of Hangover laid me very low for most of the day) meant I was gay now.

If you're not my ex, then no, it doesn't. You don't have to be gay to support people's right to have a relationship with whoever they choose.

If you're my ex, then yes. You made me gay. Now bugger off.

[identity profile] winterknight.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
um, what? *laugh* i remember getting a similar comment, but it was about 18 years ago, from a guy in my gaming group. i told him i was only half gay, and it was the half he wasn't allowed to touch, so not to worry. why do people think it's their business? :p

[identity profile] resplendissante.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
o_O Wow. That's an extremely charming question, right out of the Charming McCharmington Charm School.

Your last line made me choke, however. I *lessthanthree* you. (The actual lessthanthree symbol looks weird to me. Apparently saying lessthanthree is less weird. I'm an enigma, it's cute.)

[identity profile] nute.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no. The proper response is always "SURPRISE SURPRISE! I GAY NOW!"

Man, I need to find that icon again. Funniest thing ever.
mindset: butterfly (hot dickings)

[personal profile] mindset 2007-06-26 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Collected the links to the wank and icons here if you like. :)

[identity profile] erindubitably.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh! I have a story like that too. Kinda. Whatever!

When I was at college, there were always people out on the campus quad trying to recruit passers-by for various things. One group that was always out there every quarter was the campus blood drive organization, who would try to get people to sign up to donate blood.

So I was walking by, minding my own business, when this guy flags me down and gives me the spiel about donating. Normally I love donating blood and I do it regularly, but I had been on a trip to Mexico over Spring Break in a malaria zone and as such was prohibited from giving blood for a certain amount of time. Rather than explain that to him, I merely smiled and said "Thanks, but I can't." His eyes got really wide and he leaned in close and in a very low voice asked "Is it because you're gay?"

"I don't even know where to start correcting you," I said, and walked off.

[identity profile] diamond-dust06.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
HAHAHAHAHAHA.

[identity profile] cat-77.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I have an ex who found out I was gay and wrote me an drunken ramble about how little he self-esteem was now that he knew he was the last guy I dated. Yes, because it was *all about him*. HE MADE ME GAY. Or something.

When people ask, I tell them Xena made me gay and they all nod understanding-like. :)

[identity profile] maureenans.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
in high school, my friend and I were constantly havnig very public break ups and would always accuse the other of cheating with the boyfriend-of-the-month. we were never dating. we never so much as held hands. we were in theatre though.

I found out after I graduated that everyone had thought we were really a couple. *headdesk* whatever. appearantly though, being in theatre was a perfectly acceptable reason for us to be gay though.

[identity profile] ferox.livejournal.com 2007-06-26 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
ahaha- ohwow.

Rossi? YOU MAKE ME GAY (for you). We'll. Ignore the part where that's. Confusing. Um?
ext_3673: Manny, from black books (Default)

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bounce_/ 2007-06-26 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, whoever that was was just made of tact.

(Anonymous) 2007-07-01 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm anonymous because I don't want a livejournal blog. I think one blog is enough. More than enough.

Blogs are where you go to escape the boredom, difficulty and inanity of real life, with jargon and in-jokes. They're where you can fritter away endless amounts of time in impenetrable, self-regarding, self-referential banter. I think *that's* what makes one "gay", or at least caught in a holding pattern of passive-aggressive flak directed at the nearest available target that doesn't get this little inward-looking world.

Now, off I bugger: I'll stop taking any sort of vestigial interest in your well-being, and refrain from any further comments on how similar one's life seems, but on the other side of the world.