Yeah? Wow. You go, Glebb.
Butch/nelly, masculine/queeny -- it's all the same to me. Those leathermen at the Eagle trading recipes. Stockbroker by day, drag queen by night. Straight men running and invading a website dedicated to Broadway. Gay men needing make-overs.
Everything's all confusing these days and thank God for it. Everyday, I dedicate myself to defying labels and messing up stereotypes (while avoiding going too far and just becoming another one). Today, for example, I think I'll go to the gym, work out hard with my straight lifting buddy, and then troll up and down 9th Avenue looking for someone to turn me into his bitch.
Oh well, I guess I did that yesterday too.
Stop worrying about what I'm doing -- focus instead on what you're eating.