There's a gay here.... Hide the knives!

Recent events forced me to take inventory on the people in my life and genuinely appreciate the ones who are worth a damn. I guess it's the Irish in me that boasts a strong sense of pride in family and those who are special enough to be considered apart of it, although not blood. They might drive me to consume an entire bottle of Kettle One in a sitting but when it comes down to it, those are the people that care enough to B line it to Taco Bell at 4am when Mamma is having a fierce craving. They are the people that will consume my bullshit, indulge in a blog read when they are less than interested, bring me pain killers after a softball sized cyst was removed from my ass cheek and accept an apology after I have spread a dirty rumor.

In the past I have made acquaintances that were less than savory. They all served their purpose but there always came a time to reevaluate where they fit in my life. There have been gays of all walks of life, including trashy boys from Suffolk County Long Island who would try to shove a spoon of Cocaine up my nose whenever I attempted to confide in them with a depressing situation in my life. I couldn't really see Cocaine being the answer to a bad situation, could you? There was the coworker who I knew was robbing our place of employment blind. I didn't say anything at risk of our friendship but was put in an ugly place to cover his dirty tracks. Queen, down! There was the group of uber-intelligent and wealthy older gays that were always full of compliments and hospitable with luxury accommodations in fabulous cities. It didn't take long to find out there was a knife in each one of their backs when we all went for an outing at a circuit party. (Use your imagination)

Gays are really just a very deviant and unreliable people. But, if any straight person were to make that statement I would spit on their grave. They are MY disgusting people, whether I choose to speak to those mentioned or not. I guess what I am getting at is if you should be so bold to assume a gay as a friend, hide the utensils when you go out to dinner. And always take time to appreciate the Mister Sister's that will be there when your ass is literally on the line.