Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is addictive

I swear I’m not gay…but I am FABULOUS!!!

But friggin’ “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” is addictive.

The lovely Asparagirl, in her never-ending efforts to get myself and her new husband in a threesome, insisted that I sample Bravo’s new hit reality tv show in which five of the velvet mafia invade a male breeder’s home and life and give it a (usually) much needed face lift. And you know what?

It’s a riot. Don’t tell anyone I said so.

What’s great about it is that for years, lesbianism has been “chic” while being a gay man has, well, not been. For what it seems like the first time, being gay is kinda…well…cool. In my humble opinion, the show seems like a step in the right direction of gay men being accepted by mainstream America. Sooner or later they’ll be able to get married…which, for the life of me I can’t figure out why, they can’t do. Fucking Republicans. And I’M a Republican…

As I write this, I’m watching them give a long-haired body builder a make over who looks gayer than they do.

High cotton.

Many would tell me that a visit from the fab five would not be necessary. After all, my apartment is nicely decorated (I think), I have a cat and I play the piano. However:

1) I have a poster of the Sopranos and Swingers side by side, and a Star Wars poster in my bedroom.
2) I probably use too much product.
3) I smoke cigars.
4) I have two Lord of the Rings statues on my bedroom television.
5) My bathroom is…well…a guy’s bathroom.

Okay maybe I do need them after all.

Ladies, come on over. You tell me.