The straight man

These two pictures were taken a few days (not ten years) apart, so what do these two guys have in common?



They're both straight and I both hate and love them very much.

I hate the first one because he's everything I loathe with all my heart in a man. He's a pikey, an asbo and when you're gay, there's nothing worse than an encounter when that kind of "man". But I like him because look at him, you know he's straight so you know what to expect in a second! There's no surprise = AVOID!

And note the new thing among them now: the pant under the arse! It's not half way off it, it's completely off it!

I like the second one because he obviously robbed Malibu Barbie to get her top and that bitch deserves it! ^^ However, I hate him because he's the new straight man: the one who dresses like us, fairies; who uses cream and cosmetics like a fairy, enjoys healthy snacks, walks in the park, shopping with friends... But he's straight and often, as homophobic as his pants-arround-the-thighs friend and we gays are drawned to thar kind of man because they abide by some essential criteria for us.

My problem is, today you don't know anymore! Ten years ago, when I was a teenager, no straight bloke would've dressed like. That was easy to know who was gay and who wasn't! Yet, because of those bloody women who want their men to be fashion and beauty conscious, we, gays have more and more troubles figuring out as the straights are taking everything we do. The last one being the "Ricky Martin look": classy little stubble or beard, short hair on the side and longer on the top stylishly spiked up...

Ricky's gay but how many men look like him, dress like him and fancy women more than a lesbian? How many extremily homophobic sportsmen look like him?...