"Whore,
Why do you pant-pissers equate a joke with fear? Do you really think anyone that makes an Italian or Irish joke fears Italians or Irish, or are you just a stupid fuck that immediately uses that lame liberal tactic?
No need to answer, whore."
But I will, Chairbound. Indeed I will.
I made my comment because Timex's comment was part of the crap that gays deal with daily - the stereotypes. A lot of people equate gays with limp-wristed, lisping, effeminate men whom, they feel should be pitied when they're not being beaten up by "real" men.
The truth is that gays come in all shapes, sizes and degrees of masculine behavior, just like straight guys do. I used to live in Marietta, GA, down the street from two gay guys no one dared mess with - they were both well over six feet tall, built like brick shithouses and obviously well-supplied with testosterone. Even those who didn't like "those people" being in the neighborhood (Marietta is remarkably red even for the red state of Georgia) had to accord them respect.
And there was the matter of their conduct - they took a house that had been the community eyesore (a rental with an absentee landlord) and made it the best-maintained house in the area. They volunteered for neighborhood watches. They were always ready to help older neighbors with yard tasks. They saw a car cruising through the area for a couple of days in a row, right at the time school buses were letting kids out, and took pictures and called the cops, with the result that a pedo on the sex offender registry was caught violating the terms of his release and put back where he belonged.
They could both cook like Julia Child on a good day, and they could work on their own trucks, and they could sing like angels and they knew how to handle a chain saw. They were men, real men, and anyone who says anything was "wrong" with them because they loved each other is full of shit. They were one hell of a lot healthier and saner than the straight guys in the area who collapsed in front of the TV to watch Glenn Beck, and sports they were absolutely incapable of playing themselves, and pigged out on fast food and cheated on their wives at every opportunity.
Along with a lot of other folks, I'd much rather know people like those two guys than people like you, Chairbound, and I suspect you're in some anguish that merely being a card-carrying member of the Pussy Posse isn't good enough any more.
