May 27, 2005   | COMMENTS     

yourself.

So what if you can’t top me anymore? I don’t need you inside me to feel loved.

I love lesbians. As a gay man, I am much more comfortable around these tough, fun-loving creatures than I am among my own self-involved peers.

The gay scene isn’t shallow. Things that are beautiful are more valued in society, regardless of sexual preference. Get the surgery you need to even the playing field, and move on.

When are gay people going to realize that joining an organization that doesn’t want them is just plain stupid?

My best friend is a hot, funny, smart Jewish guy, and his boyfriend is a Catholic priest. Yeah they love each other and have great sex, but is sexual attraction so strong that it cancels out the teachings of your beloved religion?

In 1978, my anthropology professor stated that the more oppressed a minority people or culture is from the outside, the more oppressive those people are within their own group. Boy do African-American lesbians embody that statement. We all love womym, does anything else matter?

What’s with all of you “straight” guys trying to pick up my transsexual boyfriend? You wouldn’t know how to treat her after your three minutes of fun.

I am tired of queer organizations that consist of a bunch of people who babble about what needs to be done and one person who actually does it. I refuse to be that one person ever again.

Aren’t we all just totally fed up with pudgy white straight males in bad suits, expense accounts and no life of their own telling anyone how to live theirs?

I am handsome, wealthy, entertaining, hitched, and — whoa, I don’t have anything to bitch about. Never mind.

Bitch Boy responds: Something tells me those around you certainly do.

Listen bitches, no matter what you’re into or how you dress, whether you’re a leather daddy or a drag queen, we’re all here, we’re all queer, so get used to it, OK?

To men in long-distance relationships: Don’t worry if the other guy is cheating. Make sure you’re not.

You’ve got abs and a big bubble butt, and yet you complain after spending 20 hours in the gym each week that you can’t find anyone. If you would get your head out of your ass, you would realize there are real guys out there and you wouldn’t complain anymore.

Bitch Boy responds: If you’re one of the “real” guys, then give me the lonely bubble butt gym boy!

Me thinks the Bitch Boy is the new anti-Christ. Satan in drag and high heels! But<