It's one thing to put on a dress and "act" gay in a movie and sing showtunes and talk with a lisp and still credibly call yourself straight. Fine. I have dressed in drag before for parties and the like and it's actually kind of fun in a goofy way. But that's it. Acting gay in a campy way is OK, because really, limp wrists and mustaches aren't really what makes someone "gay". It's just another costume like a werewolf or Santa Claus or Craig Biggio. It's pretending.
But here's the deal - it's COMPLETELY another thing to get naked with another dude, spit on your hand to lube up (from what I have heard from people who have seen the movie), and get down with another dude. Even if you don't really have sex, there is pretending and there is just plain gay, and you can say what you want about "just a movie" but mugging down with another guy and filming multiple sex scenes isn't just pretending, it's gay. It's the very definition of gay. I don't care if you once dated Naomi Watts or banged Kirsten Dunst nightly for 4 years straight. I don't care if you have to beat the chicks away with a stick every weekend. I don't care if you swear up and down that you were just "acting" in a movie that is a "beautiful love story." Guess what? You got naked and bucked around in a tent with another guy and now you are officially gay. I hope you had fun, but no matter what Time Magazine or Oprah may say, you are gay and people will remember you for it for the rest of your public life.
I feel much better for sharing. As you can see, the press has been driving me crazy lately. Carry on with your poker blog.
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