Speaking of queer stereotypes, I stayed with my suspected gay grand uncle in San Leandro last week. He's never officially come out of the closet, but he introduced us to his flaming "travel companion" last time he was in Vancouver. This was my first time to my grand unc's house. What do you make of this?
Lawn was filled with ceramic animals. Opened the door. A sensor triggered a singing/dancing Elvis figure and a wiggly hula girl. Leopard print throw rug at the bottom of the stairs. Marilyn Monroe, Elvis and JFK plate display. Parrots and Laura Ashley bathroom. Princess Diana, he proclaims, is his
idol and he owns the entire Princess Diana doll collection which he treasures and dusts on a bi-daily basis.
Gay or not??
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
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