Queer Chronicles by Kenneth Allen, ©2004

August 24, 2004

I Heard They Said Something, Turned Out to Be Dick

The horrendous pig of a Vice-President said something positive, supposedly, about gay people and commitment and such today, but still, all I have on my mind is a Hamm sandwich. Since the gymnastic preliminaries and the matching floor routines back to back, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more; hence, I must come between them, as ‘twere.

Crying shame they’re giving him shit about his gold medal, but alas, that’s what happens when you’re too cute, the whole world hates you. Oh, if I could only offer my condolenses in person. Deal with your endorsements, boys, there’s time for love later.

Now, someone said “Dick” about gay couples or something … oh yeah, the invisible, Vice-daughter, our Lady of Lesbiathon. In honor of his lamby, I suppose, Dick stepped out on a limb saying people should be free to enter into whatever relationships they want.

You know, Swiss goes with Hamm, right? What time are the swimmers on?

Oh, yeah, right. The Vice-President spoke about gay stuff or something like that today … and what was that again?

Oh, yeah. He didn’t say anything. And if he did, it wouldn’t matter. His words have nothing to do with his actions. So, Paul or Morgan? Morgan or Paul? I'll just slip on this little blindfold. Suprise me.

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