Sooooo. Yeah. There's no delicate way to put this. These books piss me right the fuck off. (Yet part of me really, really wants to read them.)
(Or as I like to call it, Homo No Mo'.)
Because nothing says "hetero" like two guys struggling to hold hands.
Because everyone wants you butting in on their fucking business. I'm pretty sure I'd be filing a restraining order against anyone who came to my door trying to heal me of gay.
LET'S RUIN SOME BIRTHDAYS - BIRTHDAYS, am I right? They're just so... *predictable*. Every year like clockwork, the same old parties, the same cracks about getting old, the same leg...