It's odd - the feeling that you're coming completely unhinged.
The last few days I feel as if I have no filter. I'm acting in ways unusual to my normal behavior. Saying just how I feel without worrying about the consequences.
Not so good for blog business, I suppose. But possibly great for my non-medicated psyche.
The number one Google search for this site since Wednesday has been "Lance Bass faggot." It's no surprise people are curious about him after his big announcement this week. But it is ... curious ... their reaction to it.
As I was driving to Kent Wednesday afternoon, a local radio DJ was discussing Lance's swishy news. After a song, he came back on with a caller.
"Is that really true?" she asked, audibly distraught. "Lance Bass is gay?"
"Yes," he responded. "Are you a big fan?"
"Back in the ‘NSync days, I was so in love with him," she said. "He was my Justin!"
"So how do you feel today?"
"I don't know," she said. "I feel like vomiting. I feel like I need to shower."
Let me get this straight: There was this guy you had an inexplicable crush on. A guy who lived out of state. A guy who didn't even know you were alive. A guy so far out of your league you weren't even playing the same sport.
A guy in a boy band that was huge almost 10 years ago whom you had never met nor had any chance of meeting nor had even an infinitesimal chance of getting to notice you nor - and this is the big one honey - fall in love with you has now revealed he is gay and you need to shower?!
Because it disgusts you so? Because this affects your tiny, insignificant existence how?
My hands were shaking on the wheel. Vibrating in anger.
But the universe conspired to keep me out of jail that day. It wants me to be here with you, poppins.
Because it if hadn't, I was so incensed I would have turned that car around.
I would have spun it around, driven to her sad office in a suburban Akron strip mall, sweetly asked the receptionist to see her, marched right up to her cubicle filled with heart frames and teddy bears and, spotting her in her Wet Seal markdowns and Payless BoGo shoes and home-highlighted hair, would have donkey-punched her right in her vile, greasy, doughy, twatish face.
Lucky for me, sometimes the universe remembers to keep DJs from working their usual radio schtick and asking for callers’ names and workplaces.
Because that bitch had one hell of a limp-wristed fist coming for her.
Unhinged. Just a bit.
Does it count that I feel like vomiting that this girl actually confessed to a crush on Lance at all? I mean, the space thing? Come. On. The fact that we know he's gay gives him at least some potential. Otherwise, I was afraid that we'd see him on some season of Surreal Life a few years down the road. Not that we won't anyhow, but at least it will spice things up a bit. I hope they bring back that drunk midget. Good times.
Wait. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. The BOGO Bitch. Screw her.
Posted by: hot coffee girl | July 28, 2006 09:08 PMSeriously, will you marry me? I mean, I would so leave my husband of nine years for you. Will you?
Posted by: tim | July 28, 2006 11:32 PMStay sane dear one. The world needs healthy Faggoty-Assed Faggots. Not enough of us to go around (of the sane variety). But I hear your pain about the Akron fiend. Pitiful really.
Posted by: Dan Vera | July 29, 2006 01:34 AMOne might observe that the old axiom of "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction" is not just limited to the field of physics.
The Acrimonious Akronite is not worth the energy needed to punch her in the face. (Although I’d be willing to bring you a cake with a file baked inside to the local lockup.)
I was upset about Lance too though. I was holding out hope for Joey!!!
Posted by: Blobby | July 29, 2006 10:24 AMWhile it is infuriating, you do realize that she is merely projecting her own shame at the meaninglessness of her life onto the gayness of Lance Bass. She feels like vomiting and needs a shower because she had a flash of just how pathetic she is and her brain couldn't handle the truth so it made a defensive maneuver. In truth she deserves our pity, except that she broadcast this on local radio so all the other toolheads out there could grin smugly at her comment. So she also deserves our contempt.
Posted by: David | July 29, 2006 11:20 AMBrilliant! I'd love to see that "limp-wristed donkey-punch"!
Stay unhinged. We need livewires like you to keep people on their toes.
Posted by: Jeff | July 29, 2006 11:35 AMAmusingly enough, my reaction was..."Heh, like that's a surprise. I just figured the whole band was in the closet!" And then a very hearty mental, "Good for you, Lance! Be happy!"
Posted by: Lisa F. | July 29, 2006 12:01 PMOn the way to Kent sounds so Chaucerian,the reality intrudes.Wet Seal markdowns,Payless BoGo shoes and home highlights,sounds like you KNOW your area very well.
Posted by: brianNshaker | July 29, 2006 02:07 PMI think the "having no filter" thing is going around recently. My paramour seems to have lost the semblence of his that he had also.... are you still off meds?
That being said, I understand your anger. You are angered at some bow-head who thought the world was one way and it's not. So she was taken by surprise... it just happened that her surprise was that that we are at war with Iraq, or about to go to war in the Middle East, or that gas costs over $3/gal...
..her surprise was that her long-ago crush (for which she probably bought every teen magazine) turned out not to ever come true. Not "I can'y meet him because he's in LA" untrue, but "He's not sleeping with women" untrue.
Wait until something REAL happens in her life. Life she catches her husband cheating with a ho. Or she's stranded at the side of the road in the deep south with a shredded tire. She'll WANT the minimalist surprise that some ex-boy-band-lame-head likes men instead of girls. BFD.
This chick has waaaay more living to do -- and you, our dear fag, have definitely been part of real life :)
Posted by: Lauren | July 29, 2006 03:49 PMHas it really been almost ten years?
Posted by: sean | July 31, 2006 09:27 AMWhy even bother working yourself into a tizzy over this one girl? I mean, maybe she wanted to vomit because she was so jealous that gay guys get all the good ones--and that fact just made her stomach turn in envy. And maybe she wanted to promptly bathe so she could think it all over (boy-on-Bass action + vomiting fetish) with her good old friend Mlle. shower-nozzle. You know?
Posted by: Erin | July 31, 2006 07:50 PMWho cares what this girl thinks. What about the girls (her parents' age) who had crushes on George Michael of Wham??? You can't be anything but immature to think that boy-band members are all straight. It must be that teeny-boppers and gay men like the same type of guy. These girls should consider themselves lucky that any "boy band" members are straight.
Posted by: Brian | August 1, 2006 02:07 PMYou are so cute and literate when you are angry.
Posted by: no one asked us | August 1, 2006 06:23 PMInstead of a donkey punch, I would have preferred a nice, stiff boot to the taco.
Posted by: JD | August 2, 2006 01:25 PMHi, could you next time PLEASE remember to comment on her back boobs from an ill fitted bra, as well as her love of peanut butter cookies that she eats downstairs, late at night, one after the other after the other, like some kind of mindless reverse factory, while she buys china western style baby dolls off the home shopping network for her collection that she keeps to make up for the lack of attention from her 3rd husband? It just sounds so right.
Posted by: Jaynut | August 8, 2006 04:58 PM