*Flounces*
Flamboyant/militant gay people get on my tits just as much as straight people endlessly gobbing off about who/what they've just shagged.

I'm not interested in what you do with your winkies/mimsies in your own time, I'm not interested in how much of a stud you feel you are, and I really get fucked off when EVERY conversation has to include the topic of your sexuality.

Gay/Straight/Pick & Mix/Goats/Chains/Huge Vegetables. I don't care. I'll work out for myself if I think you're an Oxygen Thief.

In the name of Bob, be serious: you spend less time using your naughty bits than almost any other activity in your daily lives (unless you're very lucky, chained to the furniture or Sting). Just shut up about it.

Or I could go the other route and decide that everyone is a twat until proved otherwise.

However, I do get annoyed by people (usually blokes) who assume that all gay men are potential nonces.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Wed 7 May 2008, 14:56, Reply)