audífonos puestos escuchando ¨Holiday¨ de Madonna, creyendo que cada uno en sus batas necesita un makeover. Estoy casi seguro que fue entonces que me di cuenta que soy ¨un gay.¨ Inmediatamente después de que el médico me dio una palmada, en lugar de romper en lágrimas, volví mi cabeza hacia él y le di un gran guiño y un beso. Qué horripilante,¿no? ¡Es una broma! Sin embargo, espero que todos tengan un gran Día de Acción de Gracias con sus seres queridos...Al menos no será un martes. Sean buenos los unosconlosotrosmuchachos!
It's a Boy!…on a Tuesday “I hate Mondays” – is what Garfield, the cat is known for saying. I think Tuesdays are worse that Mondays. Tuesdays are life's way of saying “I don't think you suffered enough yesterday at work…here, have a crap-load of Tuesday”! If Monday is a car accident, Tuesday is the insurance company saying you're not covered. If Monday is a box of chocolates, Tuesday is the
doctor saying that the candy was poisoned and you have three days to live. Monday is that guy who understands you are recovering from the weekend and says “are you ok? I know it's hard, but we'll get through this” as he hands you a cup of delicious coffee. Tuesday is the dude who says to you “That felt good”? in the middle of foreplay and then jams his fist up your ass moving it around as if searching for a lost ring inside a garbage disposal because Tuesday is clearly a Monday with a vengeance. I'm not sure if I made my point clear but I freaking hate Tuesdays! Thanksgiving is here so I hope you have been hitting the gym to make room for the food orgy you are about to host inside your stomach during the many Thanksgiving dinners you will be invited to. I cannot wait! It has been a while since the last time I had a self-induced coma. Not to mention the ever unavoidable family disputes about critical important issues such as who voted for
whom on the last election or which friends of the family are getting a divorce. I am pretty sure they will ask me (once again) how I knew I was gay. You'd think it would've been clear the last 100 dinners or interactions with just about every cast member at a Disney park, but no…my coming out will be the topic of conversation once again. I am not sure I remember the first time I realized I was gay. I think I remember my mother crying and my father and others around them wearing surgical masks and handing each other cigars. Then this doctor ushered me off to a place where I spent my days in solitary confinement and showed my face to her yelling out “It's a boy”! I was born wearing an ipod and headsets on as I listened to Madonna's Holiday and kept thinking how everyone wearing a scrub needed a serious makeover. I'm pretty sure that's when I found out I was gay. To most people, it was at the time of their teenage years or first crush. Immediately after that doctor spanked me because, instead of bursting into tears, I just turned my head to him and gave him a big wink and a blown kiss. That's kind of creepy if you think about it. Nah! Just kidding! I do, however, hope you all have a great Thanksgiving with your loved ones. At least it won't be on a Tuesday so yay for us! Be good to one another, folks. Hotspots Central Florida HotSpotsCentral.LGBT