“I’ve been popular and unpopular, successful and unsuccessful, loved and loathed, and I know how meaningless it all is. Therefore I feel free to take whatever risks I want.” -Madonna
1. Enjoy The Photo. I did.
2. The “Reasonable” Timeframe. So let me paint this picture for you. I went to lunch with a very close friend of mine today to talk about his upcoming job switch. He’s moving from one reputable law firm to another, and for the sake of this story we’ll call the new law firm Carson Thatcher*. When I heard that his new job would be at Carson Thatcher I got all excited because I know that’s a firm that my boyfriend is closely associated with, so I sent him a simple text message saying “Carson Thatcher!” …well, the lunch passed, I left, and still had no response message. I was expecting something like “yup! I’m there all the time!” or “yeah, they bill us way too much…” or anything at all, really. Instead, I had no texts back (which was kind of unusual for Boyfriend). So I called him. He picked up, “Bryce Gruber? To what do I owe this honor?” Please note the sarcasm in his voice because I almost never call him. In fact, I hate using the phone altogether and I was always taught that if a man wants to find you- he will (and he usually does). Anyway, I said hello and asked him if he saw my text. He said he did. I said “so?” He told me that it is, in fact, the right law firm and what a funny, small world it is… yadda, yadda. I stopped him somewhere mid-sentence. “So you couldn’t just text back?” I hope you’re sitting down for the next part.
He casually voiced this: “Well, I was within the allotted time limit.” WHAT?! WHAT TIME LIMIT?! He continued, “I mean, figuring I was in a meeting or something I think 2 hours to respond to a text is normal.” I pointed out that we both knew he wasn’t in a meeting, and that this was the silliest thing I had ever heard of in my life. He laughed. He stressed that his “reasonable timeframe” made a lot of sense. I said “I’ll talk to you later.”
3. Golden Showers. Over the past few days several gay friends of mine have revealed that the golden shower phenomenon has been taking the gay community by storm. It’s the newest fetish du jour- gays apparently love pee. I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointed I am with this because I always held gay men on such a pedestal- pristine, cute, and well-coordinated. Pee does NOT go with pristine. Does anyone have any insight as to why this is happening? Also, where do people do this? On a tarp in their living room? Or is this kind of wild kink sex reserved strictly for outdoor romps (I hope so)?
4. Dear Summer… I want to wear raunchtastic shoes throughout your entire season. Namely, these Giuseppe Zanotti lil’ numbers.
*law firm name has been changed to protect the identity of the most fabulous gay man in NYC
