without a shadow of a doubt. middle-aged gay man.
i think i have the potential to love middle-aged gay men possibly more than my own children. they're the fucking bees knees man. the cat's pyjamas. you've never lived life until you've had the privilege of having a magm talk to you about his saturday night sexcapade. it's better than any soap opera or reality tv show in the history of anything. and i only say that because i'm an old soul. and that soul is the soul of that of a middle-aged gay man.
this brings me to a segment i like to call "my own personal middle aged-gay man"
- silk floral pattern shirts buttoned half way.
- linen pants year round.
- hot young cabana boys EVERYWHERE.
- Tom Selleck is GORGEOUS.
- monacle, please.
- madonna max vol. NOW
- "jamaica. no problem" t-shirtttt with a stoned rasta lizard on it.
- loafers loafers loafers.
- golden girls marathon (girrrrrl. go on wit cho bad self)
- ricky martin music video
- barbara fucking streisand forever.
- BINGO NIGHT YES.
- uh. mustache OBV.
- strawberry daquiris in my belly.
- shrine to judy garland and predecessor liza monelli.
- "Marzapan". my bichon frise and "Mr. Jinglepants" my trusty yet crazy cat sidekick.
you may think i'm being a stereotypical jerk. but joke's on y'all. because all of the above would exist regardless of whether or not i was middle-age, gay, or a man. except the hot young cabana boys. cause boys whether they be hot or of the cabana genre. do not like me.
...but they would if i were a middle age gay man.
cause that would make me fucking awesome!
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