Having soul
There's a blogger--Faggoty-Ass Faggot--who I came across last week, and have been reading like crazy since. So, so funny--I just sent the link to my mother, who's the gayest chick I know. Mom's got soul. Remember when Simon Cowell told Anthony that he didn't have any? We all agreed--you can't learn soul. I, not to put too fine a point on it, do not have soul. I got my father's style: locked to the earth, solid, serious. I dance like I just learned how to use my legs. Getting better at singing with abandon, since the kids are nice about it, but even that took me until I hit 40.
Every once in a blue moon somebody comes along, and for a minute I feel like I'm bouncing off clouds, laughing--light and free. And as I think of all the people who happen to be the ones to make me feel like that, I realize they're all gay men.
Faggoty-Ass Faggot. Tonic for the staid and serious.
posted by I n g e r @ Wednesday, June 15, 2005
4 Comments:
Too funny! ...and where do you find such an amusing blog?
hey
thank you so much for posting about and caring about duncan..
i am going to bookmark your blog :)
and i will be posting updates ..at my blog
:) i can feel your good energy from here..
thank you!
may the stars light your path
kath
I'm here...Just tired and feeling as if there is not enough time in a day. I just posted a Josh update. Hope things are well for you!
Thank you for visiting my blog and commenting on my story about my father. I have read much of what you have written and am touched, too, by your life and thoughts.
I've added you to my link list, so others can enjoy your writing as much as I do. I am a long-time fan of Faggoty and I am glad you found his page...he's a gem.
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