Unfortunately, Still Male.
Or perhaps fortunately is a more apt term. Ever since I made this teensy weensy mistake of saying I was gay, I knew that I would never hear the end of it. I am most assuredly not gay, in case anyone is wondering (pointedly at XY). I kid you not. Here's some proof.
1. I don't wear pink. Not on my body, feet, head, whatever.
2. I don't go shopping. The telltale sign of gaydom is when you actually ENJOY shopping. Whoopdeedoo.
3. I don't make freaky squealing sounds nor sing nor talk like a castrati . Nuff Said.
4. I actually bought this week's 8days.
5. The last time I bought 8days was the previous issue where they had (female) swimsuit models.
6. Interestingly enough, this week's 8days has (female) swimsuit models.
Most importantly, I DO NOT like MALES. Not in a sexual way anyway.
There. Proof that I'm happy but not gay, that I am in posession of some valuable family heirlooms and am not going to get hitched to my invisible gay partner anytime soon.
In any case, all of this is intended in a humourous way so please don't bombard me about gay rights and stereotypes. etc .etc.
As an interesting side note, check out this report.
http://asia.news.yahoo.com/041023/5/singapore112997.html
Who's missing? Hahahaha!
Chi Hou @ Saturday, October 23, 2004
