I'm the sloppy ending.
... of course you are 🙄
by Anonymous | reply 1 | May 30, 2020 2:03 PM |
I take it that the two wearing bow ties are married to one another. The two wearing regular ties are just fucking.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | May 30, 2020 2:57 PM |
I’m the groundless rumor overheard in the bathroom stall. “That short guy over there with the coming out haircut, had sex with the keynote sleeper and gave him a herpes.”
by Anonymous | reply 3 | May 30, 2020 3:03 PM |
Many years ago, I was invited to an A-Gay Christmas Charity event in NYC. It was a sea of black, white, grey and beige. I didn't expect Christmas sweaters, but I expected some acknowledgement that it was Christmas. I wore a red sweater and I think it was the only color there.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | May 30, 2020 3:14 PM |
[quote] I wore a red sweater and I think it was the only color there.
I assume you were not invited again R4.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | May 30, 2020 3:17 PM |
R5, actually, I was. I borrowed a pair of Christmas trousers from a friend for the second event: yellow corduroy with snowmen and Christmas trees embroidered on it. ;) The relationship was already unraveling, so, it was a bit of a FU to his pretentious and colorless friends.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | May 30, 2020 3:29 PM |
OP, except for the Cox and Delta signs in the back, it looks like intermission at Gay Night at the Metropolitan Opera.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | May 30, 2020 3:37 PM |
What are YOU doing here?
by Anonymous | reply 8 | May 30, 2020 3:37 PM |
I'm the constant background HISSSSSSS because everyone present has slept with everyone else at some point.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | May 30, 2020 3:43 PM |
That cannot be the event of the season if that black man is an invitee. If he’s the help, then maybe.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | May 30, 2020 3:45 PM |
It's Atlanta - what do you expect?
by Anonymous | reply 11 | May 30, 2020 4:35 PM |
Someone was whispering "breed me" in the men's room but I like to mind my own business.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | May 30, 2020 5:40 PM |
R6 So festive!
by Anonymous | reply 13 | May 30, 2020 7:46 PM |
I’m two of your exes, whispering about you just out of earshot.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | May 30, 2020 8:41 PM |
I'm the Eurovision Song Contest party, a must for all self-respecting gays, either to organize or attend.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | May 30, 2020 8:44 PM |
I’m the clogged plumbing of the hosting location the morning after.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | May 30, 2020 11:04 PM |
I am bored.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | May 31, 2020 1:28 AM |
I am the toxic fumes created by all the designer colognes, hair products and Jean-Paul Gautier skin lotions.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | May 31, 2020 1:34 AM |
I’m the half empty bottle of PREP
by Anonymous | reply 19 | May 31, 2020 1:44 AM |
I’m the caftans swirling and whirling like a dervish.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | May 31, 2020 3:23 AM |
I'm the event literature made available at the front registration desk and on each round table that is always filled with numerous, regrettable proofreading errors.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | May 31, 2020 3:31 AM |
I’m the prolapse.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | May 31, 2020 3:34 AM |
I'm the anal leakage left on 75% of the seat covers.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | May 31, 2020 3:37 AM |
The picture at OP should forever put to rest the controversy over whether there is a "gay face."
by Anonymous | reply 24 | May 31, 2020 4:02 AM |
Why does every guy smell like Creed Aventus?
by Anonymous | reply 25 | May 31, 2020 4:18 AM |
R12 that was me, you should have
by Anonymous | reply 26 | May 31, 2020 5:03 AM |
Fuck, that black dude is hot
by Anonymous | reply 27 | May 31, 2020 5:04 AM |
I'm the empty vessel ATL slut trying to transform his image by being seen at this event with no idea what it's about or what charity it benefits. Just like everyone else there.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | May 31, 2020 6:25 AM |
I’m in Atlanta and just saw second from right reporting from riot site downtown for WSB. I normally never watch local news and wouldn’t have recognized him otherwise. Don’t know what his name is.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | May 31, 2020 7:08 AM |
I'm everybody drunk after cocktails.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | May 31, 2020 1:12 PM |
I'm the young gay excited to have been invited. I am thrilled by the attention paid to me by the older men and end the night being spit roasted by a couple. They will never speak to me again.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | May 31, 2020 1:23 PM |
[quote] Creed Aventus
Ah, R25, very eldergay.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | May 31, 2020 3:34 PM |
I'm the board member of Joining Hearts and an originator of Raft Race ( now defunct due money mishandling) trashing the social event as a subpar disappointment and sounding off to all who'll listen, of what should have been done instead. Ad Nauseum.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | May 31, 2020 4:36 PM |
[quote]They will never speak to me again.
For reasons that are well known to you.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | May 31, 2020 7:08 PM |
I'm the guy you are all hissing about. i don't give a damn. Bow down, peons!
by Anonymous | reply 35 | May 31, 2020 7:14 PM |
So I'm wearing jeans. So what? Just try and make me leave.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | May 31, 2020 7:18 PM |
I'm the Mr. Turk outfit, ready for the HRC garden party in Palm Springs.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | May 31, 2020 7:54 PM |
I'm the happy little Chlamydia.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | May 31, 2020 10:45 PM |
That young blade Zack at R39
by Anonymous | reply 41 | June 2, 2020 5:25 PM |
I'm the 64-year-old queen's fun-n-festive holiday blazer in jewel toned paisleys that gets dusted off in late November every year, and worn repeatedly to various cheese-ball-on-a-silver-tray gatherings.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | June 2, 2020 5:35 PM |
I'm the Bal Poudré.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | June 2, 2020 8:50 PM |
You can’t speak to me like that—I’m on the Executive Committee!
by Anonymous | reply 44 | June 2, 2020 9:05 PM |
I am the inevitable argument that occurs in the Audi A 5 Convertible between the bow tie couple on the way home to Buckhead.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | June 2, 2020 9:10 PM |
I'm the baby clothes rummage sale at Andy Cohen's house! I draw not only new daddies, but also bitter childless queens who have strong opinions about the RIGHT way to clothe a baby.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | June 2, 2020 9:12 PM |
I'm the $250 ticket to the event, an event which honors a straight person.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | June 2, 2020 10:09 PM |
I'm the lifetime honoree, an elderly, distinguished attorney who has spent decades doing thousands of hours of pro bono work on same-sex marriage, making out wills for older gay and lesbian couples, assisting dozens of foreign partners of Americans to emigrate to the States, all the while making major donations to AIDS and breast cancer charities and food banks in the community.
I'm also the queen seated at a table in the back who rolls his eyes and hisses to to his seatmate, "I had him when he was good-looking. MAJOR poppers pig."
by Anonymous | reply 48 | June 2, 2020 10:25 PM |
I'm the dreadful piped background music in the venue foyer.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | June 2, 2020 10:29 PM |
I’m the sinister bad air condition filter. I maybe teaming with allergens, or worse (Legionaire). Between the cheap booze hangover and the swollen sinus passages, you’re guaranteed to feel like shit for the next few days.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | June 3, 2020 1:14 AM |
I am the seating arrangement, the most controversial part of the evening.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | June 3, 2020 1:28 AM |
I’m that feeling of acceptance, equality and blandness that everyone has been desperately seeking all their lives. I make them all work hard to resist their own smugness and start sniffing their own farts.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | June 3, 2020 2:35 AM |
I’m the D-List celebrity ‘fag hag’ attempting to build a career out of a vintage designer wardrobe, a whip stitch sense of funny, a great haircut and an odd ferocious bravado.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | June 3, 2020 2:39 AM |
R52 I’m the aging queen who screamed - my god is that big, I wanna go down on it.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | June 3, 2020 2:42 AM |
I'm the constant criticism of every second of the event, but I'm actually having a really good time.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | June 3, 2020 4:09 AM |
R56 - I think I know you.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | June 4, 2020 3:10 AM |
R57 Hiya!
by Anonymous | reply 58 | June 4, 2020 10:02 AM |
I am the catering, full of salmonella.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | June 5, 2020 12:31 AM |
Although the Taramasalata on the buffet table is fresh and delicious. But no one knows what it is and it goes untouched.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | June 17, 2020 2:15 AM |
I am canceled because of the Rona.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | June 17, 2020 2:20 AM |
I’m the wealthy geezer who inevitably has a widowmaker coronary on the dance floor, spoiling the festivities for everyone when the paramedics have to clear the room.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | June 17, 2020 2:23 AM |
I am the intra-couple arguing about whether to wear a regular tie or a bow tie to this sad Republican event.
I am the one who gives in on the tie issue, "Fine!"
by Anonymous | reply 63 | June 17, 2020 2:28 AM |
I'm the current boyfriend that paid the $150 for both tickets comfortably situated at a solid stress free 'B' group table. I just saw you, seeing your Ex and now your suddenly texting at an awkward angle making it impossible for me to read while asking , do I want anything from the bar?
by Anonymous | reply 64 | June 19, 2020 3:53 AM |