|Current music:||"Sisters of Mercy," Leonard Cohen|
I saw "The Seven Samurai" a few days ago, went downtown and took the bus over to my cousin's. It was excellent, if a little melodramatic in places. "25th Hour" yesterday, and "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" today, which is probably my pick for worst of the year. So anyway, I was hanging out with some friends today that I haven't seen in a long time, and of course it ended up with me "defending" gay people. Everything is "gay" to some people. That guy is a such a fag. What fags. Don't be gay, you fag. After a while, it gets tiring trying to stand up for your sexuality without revealing what it is. I asked my friend's girlfriend if she was as turned on by gay men as my other friend was turned on by lesbians -- no, because gay men are disgusting. It ended up, strangely enough, with that friend (who's turned on by lesbians) saying that he doesn't care if someone is gay, so long as they aren't flamey. Fair enough. I'm not flamey at all, so at least I feel relatively safe.