Everyone talks about the Homosexual Agenda, but no one has specified exactly what it might be. As I am a homosexual (out! as of right now! no one knew before this instant! except my three thousand-odd tricks and a few close friends and family!), I have decided to share my inferences in this matter. About time, eh?
This is the REAL homosexual agenda:
9 a.m. Espresso macchiato with the most adorable little patterns in the foam, far too pretty to add sugar and ruin it. (Clever I!)
9:30. Shave, shaping beard into exactly symmetrical points outlining chin. This could take 45 minutes. It did yesterday.
10:15. Choose outfit in which to Face the World.
10:45. Change mind, and outfit.
Noon. Breakfast! Oops, more like brunch. The difference between the two: Breakfast can be eaten in solitude; brunch requires gossipy company.
1p.m. Saunter into the daylight, examining shop windows.
2-4. Shopping, unless it is Gym Day. Body sculpting! Cruising! Arguing with my Trainer! (hugely muscled fellow from St. Lucia - he explains the theology of Rastafarianism to me; in return, I promise to get him and his Polish girlfriend into an opera that is neither Russian nor German)
4 - My long-suffering shrink. Bring him flowers of appeasement. Talk for 50 minutes.
5pm. Tea time. ONE biscuit, with unsugared black tea.
6pm. Cocktails for two or howevermany.
MEET! GREET! DITCH! BITCH! (behind their scrawny backs)
7pm. Mad dash to the theater (whichever).
8-10. Theater (or 8-11, opera).
11pm. More cocktails and bitchy analysis of foregoing.
Midnight. Chamomile tea.
1am. Oil of Olay on shadowy skin suggesting but not fore-ordaining pouches under eyes.
1:30. Time for 15 pages of Proust, or at least the comic book version.
2:15a.m. Lights out. Sleep.
There, Mr. Santorum. That wouldn't be so very terrible, would it? Or would it?
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