I am, apparently, the only gay man in the universe who despises the television so-called show Glee. Hate. It. I would prefer having Chlorox injected in my brain and the two times I have suffered my way though an entire episode, I have considered doing just that in order to erase the horror.
And yet, because I am of the internet world, I cannot escape it. How humiliating that I have no idea who the Prime Minister of Japan is, but I know the weasely little white gay boy is boyfriends with the one in the bow tie. A bow tie?
Through those same inescapable channels, word has reached me of a fabulous cover of Boogie Shoes on a recent episode by a tranny, who may or may not be a new character. I couldn’t figure out from the bits I read if he’s a guest star or what and didn’t have the stomach to do any real research. Let’s just leave it at a new-ish guy who likes to dress like a Lady.
And can sing! Girl! I think I may love him. In fact, if they would line up all the other characters (except Jane Lynch) and shoot them so the show would consist of the new tranny guy and her, I would watch it. I would also watch the show where they shot all the ones I don’t like, but then, I’m just petty like that.
And as the dear Princess commented on Infomaniac, I also HATE HATE HATE fucking Blogger’s new fucking lay out when I’m just trying to post my drivel. Hate.