It was so hot in Montreal's Gay Village today they were hanging out the laundry. My friends were getting ready to party all night. Because tomorrow its the Fete Nationale.
But I'm sitting under a tree, sweating like a pig, gasping for another frappuccino, staring at the blistered remains of my dreams to become a famous gay blogger.
Because let's face it this is THE END...
As if it wasn't bad enough that Mark and Gay Person of Color beat me AGAIN. Just because they got talent. Big deal.
But when Uncle Fred of Gay and Right beats you to the Gay Hall of Fame you know it really really is OVER.
Damn. Why didn't I throw in a little climate change denial and Muslim bashing....instead of defending Omar Khadr.
When he isn't even gay. Just a Canadian with an Arab name and a brown skin....who has been tortured for just eight years. What an idiot. Sébastien, Sébastien, I coulda been a CONTENDER !!!
On the other hand I haven't been feeling too much of anything winningly in the blogosphere recently. Just a lot of ugly stuff that doesn't go well with summer. Like crazy Con monkeys hurling their own excrement at you. And other nasty things.
You know some guy called me a drama queer the other day. And he was defending me !!!!
Can The Abyss be far off?
But it wasn't until I saw this guy playing the violin in the hellish heat that I realized how I REALLY feel...
Because if you do it just because you have to ....or you feel you have to....and it isn't fun anymore. Then you probably should give it up or take a break.
So I am. I didn't want to be famous anyway. And Sébastien is very persuasive. You come with me or ELSE.
See you when I see you eh?
Maybe I'll make it back in time for the parade.
Can't stop. Won't stop.
Bring Omar Khadr home TOMORROW...
