Adventures in homosexuality:

Sorry blogosphere, this is not a tell-all post delving into my salacious gay sexpeditions.  As much as you would like it to be.  As much as I would like such a sexpedition to exist so I could write about it.  But I digress.  I just thought I should stop for a moment and comment on how much I am embracing my fag (we’re taking it back, much against perez hilton’s wishes (look I can make references to other bloggers, does this mean I’m in? (and nested parentheses in one sentence, double win!))) heritage.

Tonight I curled up buck naked on the couch to tune into kathy griffin: my life on the d-list.  I laughed my ass off.  Halfway through the episode I both simultaneously realized that I had an up until this moment latent love for Paula Deen, and that I need to crack open a bottle of red wine (yes its not white, is that not as many gay points?).  After the sumptuous one hour program of red headed hilarity, I decided to tune into another such program and spent my ten o’clock hour laughing along to Will and Grace.

There was a time where I would be self conscious admitting to my indulgence in such flagrant gayness, but now I say nay!  I had laughter and a slight buzz (thank you three glasses) and I’m not apologizing for anything.  I think in the spirit of pride weekend I should remind the world that I’m gay and I’m not apologizing for it!  And if that means I want to show my penis at the pride parade, than by golly I’m going to do it!

Alex “hopes his nested parentheses don’t throw off your rhythm too much that you miss the sarcasm” Halverson