You know, it gets really old when people assume you're a homosexual. I mean, really, I know that I kinda put off the air because I dress
 up rather nicely for no other reason than I want to, I'm clean shaven, smell good, neat and don't hit on every free bit of leg in sight. Sure maybe I can't dance worth a crap but I can hold a lengthy conversation over a multitude of subjects ranging from classical music to science fiction, to the aesthetic qualities of so called "modern art" with some pimply faced steam-punk wannabe who honestly wouldn't know what nouveau was if it walked up and smacked her in the face. Get some fucking culture you rednecks!

I guess being something of a gentleman these days automatically makes you a chicken choker here in the good old south. Christ I need to move to the west coast or at least get a job in a higher class environment where I won't get shit for thinking that monogamy should be a popular pastime instead of frequenting dive bars to pick up women with low self esteem.


Then again I've always felt that men in leather who like playing in the dirt may be on to something.