Friends asked me if I would like to attend last night’s post mid-night showing at the very gay Chelsea Clearview Cinema, and I replied that I’d much prefer the sharp-skewers-through-my-eyeballs alternative. It wasn’t an option, however.
Glark? You’re, like, in the category of “The Worst Gays”. And, Mark, people look at me like I don’t believe in Jesus or something when I tell them that I won’t be seeing that movie, like, ever.
I will probably rent the movie, but watch it when my partner is out of the house ’cause he loathesSex and the City. Honestly, I’d rather see Iron Man again. Or, if I want my dose of gay at the cinema, I wait for Mamma Mia.
Well, I’m a bad female because I didn’t care about the show and have absolutely no interest in the movie, but I did like Iron Man and am looking forward to seeing Indiana Jones next week. I guess I need to turn in my ovaries somewhere.
Iron Man was AWESOME. And allowed me to have a fun conversation about the hotness of Robert Downey, Jr in it with my parish priest.
No, really.
I can proudly say that I have never watched SATC, have no intention of seeing or caring about the movie, and couldn’t name more than two characters from it. I cherish my ignorance on this topic in a slightly unbecoming fashion.
I’m not sure I have to turn in my ovaries, though - my predominantly girl-on-girl romantic history should let me get out of trouble by flashing my Dyke Pass. (Along with a 10% discount at participating hardware stores! Apply for yours today!)
Iron Man was pretty terrific. Surprisingly so, for me, anyway. Maybe I should apply for a Lesbian Card? I sure could use that hardware store discount more than the Nair discount my Gay Card gets me.
Sure. Just claim you’re embracing your inner and outer butch and claim they’re disrespecting your gender identity if they try to disbar you.
If they take the “but you sleep with men, and not with women” angle, simply explain that you’re a political Queer-Identified Womyn out of solidarity against the patriarchy, and that you fuck men to destabilise the heteronormative paradigm, actually. This kind of crypto-gender-fascist bullshit is exactly what those cockmongering Old White Heterosexist Men do and clearly they have internalised misogyny they really need to work out. Bring a Fiona Apple CD and remember to land hard on the y in womyn.
Oh, bugger. Being a self-identified Straight Girl (who, would totally switch hit for Catherine Zeta-Jones or Queen Latifah, BTW, but still primarily loves me the mens), I don’t have a Dyke Pass to get me out of trouble or to enable me to get a 10% discount at participating hardware stores.
I would have probably thought Robert Downey, Jr. was hot in Iron Man, except that he bears a certain resemblance to my estranged younger brother whose name is also Robert. Verging into squick territory there.
I am fortunate that RDJr bears no resemblance to any man of my acquaintance, allowing for entirely squick-free appreciation of the smoking, smoking hotness.
I can handle SATC booming at the box office - I liken it to smoking, in that I’m relatively fine with people poisoning themselves, so long as they don’t inflict it on me and don’t touch me until they’ve washed afterwards, so they don’t get the smell on me.
Friends asked me if I would like to attend last night’s post mid-night showing at the very gay Chelsea Clearview Cinema, and I replied that I’d much prefer the sharp-skewers-through-my-eyeballs alternative. It wasn’t an option, however.
I am a bad gay too.
Glark? You’re, like, in the category of “The Worst Gays”. And, Mark, people look at me like I don’t believe in Jesus or something when I tell them that I won’t be seeing that movie, like, ever.
so, i’m guessing this isn’t the place to let y’all know i’ve got tix for the 10:15 show tonight . . .
Oh, by all means, do come back and report! Ever since I found out that Big and I share the same Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I’ve been… no I haven’t. Sorry.
I will probably rent the movie, but watch it when my partner is out of the house ’cause he loathes Sex and the City. Honestly, I’d rather see Iron Man again. Or, if I want my dose of gay at the cinema, I wait for Mamma Mia.
oh c’mon…i know you’ve secretly taken the ‘which SATC chick are you?’ quiz in cosmo and ended up being a ’samantha’ with ‘carrie rising’.
Well, I’m a bad female because I didn’t care about the show and have absolutely no interest in the movie, but I did like Iron Man and am looking forward to seeing Indiana Jones next week. I guess I need to turn in my ovaries somewhere.
Iron Man was AWESOME. And allowed me to have a fun conversation about the hotness of Robert Downey, Jr in it with my parish priest.
No, really.
I can proudly say that I have never watched SATC, have no intention of seeing or caring about the movie, and couldn’t name more than two characters from it. I cherish my ignorance on this topic in a slightly unbecoming fashion.
I’m not sure I have to turn in my ovaries, though - my predominantly girl-on-girl romantic history should let me get out of trouble by flashing my Dyke Pass. (Along with a 10% discount at participating hardware stores! Apply for yours today!)
Iron Man was pretty terrific. Surprisingly so, for me, anyway. Maybe I should apply for a Lesbian Card? I sure could use that hardware store discount more than the Nair discount my Gay Card gets me.
Sure. Just claim you’re embracing your inner and outer butch and claim they’re disrespecting your gender identity if they try to disbar you.
If they take the “but you sleep with men, and not with women” angle, simply explain that you’re a political Queer-Identified Womyn out of solidarity against the patriarchy, and that you fuck men to destabilise the heteronormative paradigm, actually. This kind of crypto-gender-fascist bullshit is exactly what those cockmongering Old White Heterosexist Men do and clearly they have internalised misogyny they really need to work out. Bring a Fiona Apple CD and remember to land hard on the y in womyn.
I’ve read that five times now, and collapse into longer giggles each time. Brava!
Oh, bugger. Being a self-identified Straight Girl (who, would totally switch hit for Catherine Zeta-Jones or Queen Latifah, BTW, but still primarily loves me the mens), I don’t have a Dyke Pass to get me out of trouble or to enable me to get a 10% discount at participating hardware stores.
I would have probably thought Robert Downey, Jr. was hot in Iron Man, except that he bears a certain resemblance to my estranged younger brother whose name is also Robert. Verging into squick territory there.
BTW, Sami, I think I love you. *snerk*
Unfortunately I COULD care less… I want to see the film tank at the box office so that hopefully the whole thing will die a decent death already.
So how’s that tanking-at-the-box-office thing going for you?
*bows*
I am fortunate that RDJr bears no resemblance to any man of my acquaintance, allowing for entirely squick-free appreciation of the smoking, smoking hotness.
I can handle SATC booming at the box office - I liken it to smoking, in that I’m relatively fine with people poisoning themselves, so long as they don’t inflict it on me and don’t touch me until they’ve washed afterwards, so they don’t get the smell on me.
Or something like that.