Really? That video totally pushed me in the oppisite direction. I think I may've moved over a smidge on the Kinsey scale. I suddenly have the strong urge to watch gay porn while feeling up Hugh Jackman. . . .that's not saying that I don't have that urge all the time, I just like a scapegoat every now and then.
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.