I am such a cheap slut for the most paltry compliments. I received the following in my email sort of recently, as have a number of my little blogging pals, and reprint here:
I noticed your deliciously mrpeenee blog. Fun stuff! I’m also a blogger, but from the other side of the border... Montreal. I provide content for The Montreal Buzz, it’s Tourisme Montreal’s official blog. I’m was wondering if your readers would be interested in a contest we’re holding called “Queer of the Year.” It’s the international search for a fab individual who will be crowned (you guessed it) the “Queer of the Year.” Here’s what’s at stake: · 5 free trips to Montreal · Spa package, fancy restaurant dinner, and $3000 shopping spree for the winner · The title of “Queer of the Year” Heck, YOU should be entering! We still need an entry from San Fran! Anyway, all the deets can be found at www.queeroftheyearcontest.com. And if you have any questions about the contest, let me know. Let me know when you’re in Montreal. I’mma buy you a drink. PS: We just got posted on The Advocate yesterday! (http://www.advocate.com/News/Daily_News/2010/07/07/Montreals_Search_for_Queer_of_the_Year/)
He called my blog delicious. Isn't that adorable? I feel like voting for him as Queer of the Year based on that alone. As for casting myself, alas, I do not make the videos.
Also, while noodling along over on the famous gay blog www.towleroad.com, I stumbled on an odd comments war between men who embraced the term "queer" and those who felt insulted by it. How bizarre. I thought this whole thing was a relic of the 80's. I remember the older generation of gay men then saying almost exactly what these guys (who mostly identified themselves as under 30) were saying in this comment section. So now many of us seem bracketed by fellow travelers who still take exception to our calling ourselves queer. Again, bizarre.
I remember the defiant thrill of taking up the label, of applying a name to myself that seemed to thumb my nose at those who would use it to deride me. I still do. But for those 'mos who are upset by it, I say OK, just don't get in my face. Or I will call you a nancyboy.
There is no evidence that this young man is a poofter, sissy, knob jockey, fag, shirtlifter, fairy, pansy, fudge packer, queen, ladyboy, bender, flit, Mary, pillow biter, sodomite, or queer. I just prefer to think that he is.
WHAT????
ReplyDeleteyou too???
you mean the "heck YOU should enter" wasnt exclusive to me? boooo.
yeay!
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But queer of the millenium I say.
alas, I "scored" the same email...it's perhaps the scourge of "social media."
ReplyDelete"...Won't let a stranger give me a social disease..."
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ReplyDeleteWhatever happened to "friend of Dorothy"?
ReplyDeleteWhere do I vote?
ReplyDeleteMontreal IS fabulous!
And personally, I like 'Butt Pirate'.
whatever that young man pictured is, he will not be complete until he spends the night with kabuki. playing uno - or something. something will come up, of that i am sure. and then i would vote him 'queer of the year'. and buy him a car
ReplyDelete"There is no evidence that this young man is a poofter, sissy, knob jockey, fag, shirtlifter, fairy, pansy, fudge packer, queen, ladyboy, bender, flit, Mary, pillow biter, sodomite, or queer. I just prefer to think that he is."
ReplyDeletei was always taught to think the best of someone and i'd say that's exactly what you're doing.
of course, i still say black when referring to folks from africa (or otherwise). why? because it sounds good.
Miss J has always liked "light in his loafers" but really "Light in his Loafers of the Year" does not ring anyone's bell, does it?
ReplyDeleteIt clear that boy is a Hilfiger. His label says so.
How come I ain't got no email? What the hell is faggy-er than old hollywood trivia?
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