Why do I keep getting spam from this distressingly earnest publication? Did one of you do this? Donald?
I haven't even been invited to a gay wedding yet (although I've cheered on a few such divorces), but I know I'd be a bitchy bride who'd put the caterer through hell ("Those sugar snap peas GAVE ME GAS!!!!") and throw a crappy reception (i.e., BYOB; tops would have to sit on one side of the room, while bottoms the other - and run coatcheck; lotsa Chakka Kahn).
Parades and Shade and Pride, oh my - naw, let's keep Mr Rogers out of it - If you go down to the woods today, you're sure to find...your BF - m'k, I like that. Anyways, the season known around here as 'Gay Shame' is about to stumble out of the closet in which it's actually been tanning for the last 8 months - and parade marshal wannabes everywhere are practising their waves. Cup, darling, cup. And each year, I make a cheezy anthem to honour this, the most auspicisous of gay..keep my Gay Cardtm, which protects me from people who drive minivans. You have no idea. Anyways, here it is ::