Chessie
Community Member
- MBTI
- INfJ
Okay, I have recently seen what cannot be unseen. I need help to purge my mind of it.
Everyone has an inner gay. It's a tiny, flamboyantly homosexual man who sits in Gucci loafers and a perfectly tailored suit in the back of your head and glares at someone every time they massively violate the rules of fashion.
He has nothing to do with your sexual orientation and yet whenever he shrieks at you, you feel just a little bit queer for noticing.
Today my inner gay has flipped his shit entirely. I was driving home from a movie with my room-mate and she pointed out a woman strolling along the side of the road in a BRIGHT yellow tube-shirt and a pair of equally yellow coochie cutters.
She was approximately eight months pregnant and talking into what I am fairly sure was a faux diamond encrusted I-Phone. Her hair-weave was black and the same color as her top, drawn up at the back of her head and looking vaguely like a skunk had lost it's tail for this horrifying fashion failure.
Her flip-flops were bright green. The same color green as a transformer box and covered in a bright green tropical flower tucked between her big toes.
We had to sit there and shudder for several minutes.
What is your inner gay freak-out?
Everyone has an inner gay. It's a tiny, flamboyantly homosexual man who sits in Gucci loafers and a perfectly tailored suit in the back of your head and glares at someone every time they massively violate the rules of fashion.
He has nothing to do with your sexual orientation and yet whenever he shrieks at you, you feel just a little bit queer for noticing.
Today my inner gay has flipped his shit entirely. I was driving home from a movie with my room-mate and she pointed out a woman strolling along the side of the road in a BRIGHT yellow tube-shirt and a pair of equally yellow coochie cutters.
She was approximately eight months pregnant and talking into what I am fairly sure was a faux diamond encrusted I-Phone. Her hair-weave was black and the same color as her top, drawn up at the back of her head and looking vaguely like a skunk had lost it's tail for this horrifying fashion failure.
Her flip-flops were bright green. The same color green as a transformer box and covered in a bright green tropical flower tucked between her big toes.
We had to sit there and shudder for several minutes.
What is your inner gay freak-out?
