To Catch a Queer

Uhhhhh, cracka you gay.

That's right you gay homo faggot queer. There were three empty seats to my left, in between a girl and me. You don't know her and you don't know me, so sit in the middle. That's the rule. You always leave an empty seat between strangers. Just like you don't sit next to someone on the bus when there are empty seats all over the fucking place. I suppose the lecture hall was filling up, but there were three seats of separation, three! More than enough. If you want to sit next to someone for who knows what reason, sit next to the girl. This ain't a bar, this is a fucking place for intellectuals. So fuck off! You made me feel very uncomfortable back there. I don't appreciate that at all. I have no problems with homosexuals, but this I can't stand for. Man, can you imagine taking it up the ass? I can't. Damn that's disgusting. I'm not homophobic.

That's all for this edition of Mutie Minutes Friday. For Jones Hewitt and all of us at The Trash Blog, good night.