We real gays resent those celebrity gays and their celebrity lifestyles. We real gays can’t afford lifestyles. We can barely afford lives, like so many others. We’re real people, the trailer trash of the gay world. But we were gay before gay was OK. We had to sleep with a couple hundred anonymous men before we got invited to our first upscale party. We didn’t have cocaine, we bought poppers, by the case. It wasn’t easy being a queer in those days, and for present day real gay teens it probably hasn’t gotten much easier. But we stuck it out (as often as possible) and fought the early wars. We were wounded, mostly in our egos. We’ve aged, and instead of being celebrated as the pioneers real gays were, our contribution has been pushed aside by all the attention on a teen idol. How humiliating.

Well, screw you, Clay. I mean that sincerely. I’m mean, if you’re ever in town. I’m up for it if you are. Hell, let’s face it, celebrity or not, you’re cute.
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“But we stuck it out and fought the early wars…We’ve aged, and instead of being celebrated as the pioneers gays were…”

Huh? Please don’t interpret this wrong but equating homosexuality to some kind of brave revolutionary in a war seems like a stretch to me, and an offensive one at that. When soldiers are “wounded”, the premise is that they are wounded for the common good; they are sacrificing for the good of other people. When people have sex, the beneficiaries of their sex act are nobody but themselves.

We real gays resent those celebrity gays and their celebrity lifestyles. We real gays can’t afford lifestyles. We can barely afford lives, like so many others. We’re real people, the trailer trash of the gay world. But we were gay before gay was OK. We had to sleep with a couple hundred anonymous men before we got invited to our first upscale party. We didn’t have cocaine, we bought poppers, by the case. It wasn’t easy being a queer in those days, and for present day real gay teens it probably hasn’t gotten much easier. But we stuck it out (as often as possible) and fought the early wars. We were wounded, mostly in our egos. We’ve aged, and instead of being celebrated as the pioneers real gays were, our contribution has been pushed aside by all the attention on a teen idol. How humiliating.

Well, screw you, Clay. I mean that sincerely. I’m mean, if you’re ever in town. I’m up for it if you are. Hell, let’s face it, celebrity or not, you’re cute.