Was Lincoln gay?… wow, one politely inquires into a single queer topic on the internet and is suddenly mired in a web of accusations that just about every 1 in 10 important male historical figures was gay. Cool.
by krisis
Archives for 2000
While i’m vaguely sure at least two of these suppositions are false, i encourage you to go check out the gay top ten, which will assuredly change your view on history. I wonder when we’ll have another gay president….
Spoon: and i had my arm around her a good portion of the time
Spoon: and we had two different tickle fights that took at least 2 cousins off the couch. but. no getting any. :-)
krisisPM: Wait, you’re cousins? … Damn southerners…
Spoon: cushions is what i was trying to spell
krisisPM: sure…
Spoon: But if we were cousins, then it would be that much sweeter. ;-)
Wow, Kevin over at Fury is keeping a very intelligent running commentary on this abysmal election BS we’re going through. So, if my adolescent ramblings aren’t cutting it, you could head there.
After that the night just got rather random. Elise and I spoke to Ariel briefly after the show, and he told us to meet him at the cast party at 4am, when they’d be done striking the set. Which left us with about four hours to kill. First we attended a drunken dorm room bash where i was aghast at the amount of making-out that was occurring until i was informed that all the couples were really couples. After that there was some french homework, a discussion of the history of theatre, Festivus ice cream, and a guy from my senior prom table. Eventually we did wind up at the cast party, where i was so tired i could barely keep up my facial communication skills, let alone my verbal ones. Ariel arrived, we chatted with him, and then left. Elise and i parted ways at her apartment (after i thanked her for baby-sitting me through a night at Penn) and i walked home, occasionally pretending i could fly.