Mar 25, 2005   | COMMENTS     

new look, new attitude and decided to boink your ex. I still love you. I just love me more.

Bitch Boy responds: What’s with all these Eliza Doolittles? Is this “Bitch Session” or “My Fair Fag”?

To gay men who watch “Desperate Housewives”: I know you miss “Sex & the City,” but “Housewives” is morally degrading. Just because a gay man made it doesn’t make it good.

To Mr. Way Too Drunk: Just because I wear low-rise, bootfit jeans and they fit me well doesn’t mean I want something in my butt.

I didn’t pick up your dinner tab because you’re my type. I did it because the only thing you have is your looks, and I felt sorry that your retail ass could only get an entree for dinner.

I want to date, but I have said no to everyone for so long, I can’t find one. I am tired of dating my computer.

Hating me because I am a Republican is like the Christian right hating you because you’re gay. I don’t like you because your hate is based on a stereotype and not the person. I don’t like you as a person!

The political apathy of the gay community is killing us and our movement. Get off your asses and act out!

To the guy complaining about “grandpa” in the strip clubs: May you have a very, very long life.

For the queen who tells my HIV status to every person he sees me talking to because I turned down his offer to engage in anal intercourse: My standards may be low, but I have them and you don’t come close to meeting them.

I feel sorry for those guys who don’t want to be like their dads.

Not every fag in the world feels the need to be “on.” Some people just want to go out to go out, without the need to try to be everyone else’s entertainment.

Just because I’m cute doesn’t make me a jerk. Just because I’m cute doesn’t mean I just want sex. Just because I’m cute doesn’t mean that I’m high maintenance.
Bitch Boy responds: But apparently it does mean you can never get to the point.

In reply to the tipping queen: We bartenders snatch the tips so good-for-nothing, non-tipping folks don’t try to steal from the bar. (I’m not kidding; it happens) If it’s any consolation I try to smile at you as I snatch!

You’re the sick bitch who is supposed to be my friend! Why do you come in my store and try to hook up with these hot boys and not tell them you have full blown AIDS? You are ruining them for the rest of their lives!

I live in the suburbs, and I can tell you it really sucks! Having a backyard is nice, but I cannot deal with all the county trash. I heard three anti-gay remarks at the gym last night from some fat, white-trash loser. I miss the city!