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MonNov 30th
A Story About My Bros.
It seems like as a ghey, you’re only allowed to have two kinds of bros: (a) the straight bro, who you are undoubtedly and relentlessly trying to “turn” and, (b) the gay bro who you’re fucking and/or in love with. Actually, the idea of having “bros” as a ghey is pretty unorthodox itself; we don’t have bros, we have “girlfriendz” or shopping buddies or fuck buddies or something else that is constructed to make everyone believe that we’re all as vapid and shallow as Will & Grace wanted you to believe.
(Note: I am vapid and shallow, but that’s my mother’s fault for giving me everything I ever asked for.)
