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The Double Gayte
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little_dinosaur to go on a "Double Gayte:" her with Anderson Cooper, and me with Rachel Maddow.
Sam would take Anderson out dancing and repeatedly assure him that she won't tell anyone that he's actually having fun. She's convinced she'll have him out of the closet before the night is through. All she'll have to do is be in his general proximity, and he'll zero in and buy her a drink, which straight men never do for her. Then she'll spend a good chunk of time telling him how his jeans look on him. He'll be trapped.
Meanwhile, Rachel Maddow and I would sit on the sidelines, snarking and talking about comics. Her tastes run a bit more indie than mine, but I just know we could go on for hours about Captain America. She reminds me so much of a couple customers from the old comic shop, and I know we'd click instantly. Of course, I've made Sam promise to pretend not to be a comic fan, lest Rachel's attention turns to her instead. I mean, that'll be a risk anyway; we're so goddamned awesome, it'd be damn near impossible for them *not* to hit on us. Sam's already formulated her Maddow-proof response: "Co-meeks? What are those? Whatever. I like makeup and penises! Teehee!"
Furthermore, I'm fairly positive that I can get at least to drunken makeout stage with her. In Orlando, a very butch (and hot) drag king ran her finger through one of my muttonchops and said, "These're cute." Jimmy Hogg, a scruffy British solo performer saw this (and my subsequent head-swimming blushing), and deadpanned, "She must think you're a girl." Maybe it was my overall sensitivity and/or full girly lips. Or perhaps she just meant she wanted a pair of muttonchops for herself. Jesus, that'd be hot. Still, I think (and still prefer to think) that I'm the kind of guy who gets hit on by drag kings, because really, of course I am.
So, yeah. It wouldn't go any further than that, sadly, but I don't think anyone who follows my adventures would be surprised if I ended up making out with Rachel Maddow. When I told this whole Double Gay-te plan tomuzikmaker21, he just said, "Of course. I mean, that's what's going to happen. It can't possibly go any other way, no more nor less. That's it. Done."
Agreed. It's such a foregone conclusion that it almost doesn't need to happen. But it does. And it will. Mark my words.
Man, times like this I really need an "I KISS GIRLS" icon.
little_dinosaur to go on a "Double Gayte:" her with Anderson Cooper, and me with Rachel Maddow.Sam would take Anderson out dancing and repeatedly assure him that she won't tell anyone that he's actually having fun. She's convinced she'll have him out of the closet before the night is through. All she'll have to do is be in his general proximity, and he'll zero in and buy her a drink, which straight men never do for her. Then she'll spend a good chunk of time telling him how his jeans look on him. He'll be trapped.
Meanwhile, Rachel Maddow and I would sit on the sidelines, snarking and talking about comics. Her tastes run a bit more indie than mine, but I just know we could go on for hours about Captain America. She reminds me so much of a couple customers from the old comic shop, and I know we'd click instantly. Of course, I've made Sam promise to pretend not to be a comic fan, lest Rachel's attention turns to her instead. I mean, that'll be a risk anyway; we're so goddamned awesome, it'd be damn near impossible for them *not* to hit on us. Sam's already formulated her Maddow-proof response: "Co-meeks? What are those? Whatever. I like makeup and penises! Teehee!"
Furthermore, I'm fairly positive that I can get at least to drunken makeout stage with her. In Orlando, a very butch (and hot) drag king ran her finger through one of my muttonchops and said, "These're cute." Jimmy Hogg, a scruffy British solo performer saw this (and my subsequent head-swimming blushing), and deadpanned, "She must think you're a girl." Maybe it was my overall sensitivity and/or full girly lips. Or perhaps she just meant she wanted a pair of muttonchops for herself. Jesus, that'd be hot. Still, I think (and still prefer to think) that I'm the kind of guy who gets hit on by drag kings, because really, of course I am.
So, yeah. It wouldn't go any further than that, sadly, but I don't think anyone who follows my adventures would be surprised if I ended up making out with Rachel Maddow. When I told this whole Double Gay-te plan to
muzikmaker21, he just said, "Of course. I mean, that's what's going to happen. It can't possibly go any other way, no more nor less. That's it. Done." Agreed. It's such a foregone conclusion that it almost doesn't need to happen. But it does. And it will. Mark my words.
Man, times like this I really need an "I KISS GIRLS" icon.
