Here’s the thing about Cabaret. I’ve seen the movie. If I could just watch the parts with Liza (with an Z) talking, I would be obsessed.
Look, bitch I’m not going to sit here and lie. “Cabaret” “Maybe This Time” and “Money” are all on my Musical playlist (yes, I have one of those, as every decent gay man should).
Sometimes I sing showtunes to my dog, Amos and “Cabaret” is one of them.
I am not a hoe! That being said, I do use Scruff for my iPhone. On the real, I don’t use it to whore around. I just like to get “woofed” at. What?! Is it so wrong that I want to be complimented on this face? I am serving dapper mug, and I like to be told its enticing.
Not to be insensitive, but I always thought coming out of the closet was trite, for myself anyway. I get that for some people it’s really important and significant. However in regards to myself I felt it was cliché and unnecessary.
I’ve known I was gay for as long as I can remember. I can remember watching TV and thinking Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa were SO FINE. It’s the reason I stole my cousin’s VHS tape of Wild America, and it’s also the reason I know without out a doubt that being gay is genetic. It’s not a choice. If it were a choice I would have been openly pining over Alicia Silverstone, and not secretly swooning for Paul Rudd. I was obsessed with the movie, but I was by no means clueless.
