On the George Washington Bee Balm Project: Special Wave-of-Mutilation Edition
In which The Gay Recluse visits a friend’s garden.
Sometimes we long for more gardening space, so that we could enjoy exploding swaths of bee balm every July.
But then we would have to drive everywhere.
And our head would be filled with dangerous little songs.
Don’t get me wrong, i think it’s terrible to make homophobic ads, but i also think it’s terrible to demand changes on something cause it offends you. Whatever happened to dealing with it. I’m in theatre and i get called gay all the time, and it offends me because I’m not, but i get on with it and don’t whine on a damn website about it. People hate you, i don’t because that’s not who I am or how I operate, but there are a ton of ignorant bastards out there who hate you for no reason. There are people who hate me, and there are people who hate my family, but somehow I manage to survive without being a whiny little bitch. Deal with the shittiness of the world and get on with your life, and do something productive.
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Tags: Bee Balm, Closet Cases, Genuises, Homophobia, Straights, Suburbs, The Pixies, Wave of Mutilation
The Gay Recluse 
Robby K,
With an attitude like that, we’d still have slavery!
Kudos to TGR for standing up to the system and saying ‘That Ain’t Right!’