Let’s Be Trashy Gays

What's a circuit fan?

R1 must be a Frau

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I'm going down on this straight guy who passed out after his 12th drink.

I'm the highlighted hair.

I'm whatever this is:

I'm on PrEP. I fuck anything. The barer the better.

I’m the poor eyesight from excessive sniffing of poppers.

I'm a twink on Prep and METH with three sugar daddies that don't know about each other, and I love to parTy and go to the baths to fuck as many hotties as I can!

I’m this thing:

I'm the 'werk' they do.

I’m the lewks they serve.

I’m the Kaweens they yass.

I'm the boots they house down with.

I'm the FIERCE they are!

I'm the bills they don't pay.

I'm a neck tat.

I'm the decor: An enormous lacquered fan splayed out over the white leather sofa stained with nail polish, the happy/sad theater face masks on the other wall, the silk potted palms, the Mardi Gras beads hanging from several light fixtures, the black & white poster of a naked man, the "I [heart] to bottom" and rainbow flag magnets on the refrigerator, the Britney coffee table book with coffee and wine rings on the cover, the lube that glistens in the wall-to-wall carpeting, the hot pink polyblend sheets that could do with a good cleaning, and the Mariah Carey concert tickets framed in lucite over the clogged toilet.

I'm the empty bottle of RID.

I'm the 'Daddy's Boy' tank top.

I'm the OnlyFans page.

Sorry. This thread just requires too much imagination for us.

Or FansOnly page.

I'm the cocaine and chicken with friends.

I'm the drag queen that EVERYONE says HI to when I arrive.

Sadly after the club closes, I'll be going home alone. I'm too tied to take off my false eyelashes.

I'm the gallon pump bottle of lube on the nightstand.

I'm Defuncto. I'm inherently trashier than all of you put together.

I'm two drunken twinks punching and scratching at one another on the sidewalk outside the club.

I’m the stained, foam mattress that doesn’t flip, but can be turned. And turned again. And, Oops, not anymore.

I'm the crop top worn on the anorexic-looking twink walking around the airport.

I'm the matchbook with Andy Cohen's phone number written on it.

I'm the wide stance in the bathroom.

I’m the slide into depression, usually due to ageing. My outcome is either the the construction of a substantive personality through reassessed priorities and acceptance of the inevitability of change or, sadly rather more frequently, a balls-to-the-wall commitment to shallowness and dissipation that, combined with outre fashion choices and shrill, combative, attention-seeking behaviour, renders my subject the human equivalent of a poison dart frog.

I’m selective cleanses that may be interrupted or cancelled if the right substance comes along.

I’m GOP legislator that screws over his own!

I’m the old BMW, Mercedes, or Lexus and I have dents on all sides and every corner. Like your rentboys, my value has taken quite a beating.

I have dick pics on Grindr.

I'm the reality shows they're obsessed with. Nothing says "common trash" quite like that.

I have $26.39 left on my credit card and I'm itching to PARTY!

I’m the ever-present annoying hags.

R36 I'm not aware of this one. All the trashy gays I've met have driven jettas or corollas filled with trash.

I have a JCPenney Credit Card!

I'm the shoplifting haul.

I'm the high school senior, semi conscious on the mattress on the floor of the bedroom. I got too high and got separated from my friends after we drove into the city to party. This skinny girl with bleached short hair keeps pawing me and whispering in my ear about wanting to suck my cock while groping away. I'll make it back to Jersey tomorrow and never tell anyone about my first blow job.

I'm a high school dropout and do makeup tutorials on Youtube...And have 800,000 followers!!...And ask me about my latest tattoo!!

We're the grown men whose tastes in music and tv shows are the same as teenage girls.

"OMG, did you see Riverdale this week? OMG did you hear Dua Lipa's latest?"

We are 35 years old.

I'm the 55 year old Gay Man who claims he is beating the 19 year old twinks off with a stick....They just come on to me. I cannot help it. They just WANT me....

We're the fortysomething gay men who still go out clubbing. The young guys just look at us and shake their heads.

We're the fortysomething gay men who wear shirts with vulgar things on them out in public and think it's cute. Being gay is the most important part of our identity, and if we are in a relationship we are open and all screw each other.

I'm this outfit

Thread closed, bitches.

R50, YASSSSS QUEENNNNNN

I’m talking loudly about my sexploits in a public space and I don’t care what people think. It’s not my fault that eight-year-olds are sex-negative.

I'm the Tina.

I'm a complete cunt with a nasty attitude who treats everybody like a servant. Just a total 100% 24/7 cunt. The "normal" gays cringe and think "this is why they hate us."

I'm the woke and enlightened gay guy who tells you that if you don't love fucking pussy you're a bad gay that obviously hates women... and then later "allegedly" fakes a gay bashing for attention.

I’m the body dysmorphia and eating disorders.

Gays who are fascinated with PooP threads....Creating them....Responding to them....Thinking them up...

I’m the uneducated, used up, middle-age, retail queen working nights and weekends at the local shopping mall to pay rent for a shared two bedroom apartment with an alcoholic roommate. I was cute when I was 24 and thought I’d never get old and ugly. Now I contemplate suicide, but still hope I peacefully die every night when I go to sleep.

I've never voted or even registered, and I believe black trannies started Stonewall!

If trans women of color had actually been in charge of the gay rights movement, homosexuality would still be illegal.

I’m GLAAD bags.

I have that “Progressive Pride Flag” on my twitter.

I'm shitting on transgender people as much as I can. Yes the Nazis persecuted sexual minorities but I see no parallel. Don't try to tell me gender is an artificial construct and deserves as much respect as Santa Claus. Trans are icky and it's fun to hate them! I hope their extermination winds up on the ballot one day so I can vote for it!

I’m hyperbolic.

I enjoy all aspects of gay urban culture, vacation with gays, fuck their husband, argue and fight until 4 AM, then state I'm a Republican and try to convince the others that my political views are superior.

I'm the local drag queen who proclaims "drag is drama, it's just part of the scene" as a way to excuse my own shitty behavior. I start fights on social media, in the drag room, and at local venues that have supported and hosted me as a performer. I will lash out at anyone who calls me out on my bullshit, claiming they are the ones starting drama, and are just jealous "haters". I will proclaim the local drag scene is "over" because venues stopped booking me, and the out-of-town venues I'm performing at are treating me the way I should be treated. In other words, they haven't seen my shitty side yet.

I'm the gay that mistakes cruelty for wit.

Tomorrow night is Gay Night at the Dew Drop Inn- there will be line dancing and drag.

I'm the tilted dog head hearing an odd sound movement trashy gay when told something about current events in the world.

I am the old timer who creates a FB Seniors Group---then post 5 pictures daily of myself naked with a heart over my junk. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I'm the word "queer" which has supposedly been reclaimed.

I say “henny” and “lurve” and I do that Cardi B “okurrrrrrrrr?” thing.

I'm the pole dance.

I'm the older man who runs his own business that has a new boyfriend every 6 months. Strangely, all of these boyfriends are bisexual, have girlfriends and are avid drug users. Oh, and they're at least 30 years younger than me.

I'm Lil Nas X.....I love my trashy tattoos and bad singing.

OK, I’m the old queen wondering if you’ll notice my backfat on this stripper pole, R76.

I'm the 27 year old with face fillers...Only haters and jealous people think I look bad.

I’m the mutilated dick.

I'm her father.

Uncut would be more trashy than cut, R79.

You're awesome 😎 r60

I'm the scarily nipped and tucked gay guy in his 50s who can only get the twinks he so desperately craves to feel young by supplying them with meth by the truckloads.

Generation introduced this trans black, right? There were a ton of wiggers in that generation. Now it’s transgender amongst younger generations. The whole wigger thing is kind of foreign. Many of the Gen X guys who were wiggers back in the day are still wiggers today, from what I’ve seen.

Generation X

I’m the painted toenails that aren’t even the right shape!

R84 I didn't think that mulatto boy was trans.

I'm the trashiest video pushing the limits.

I'm a contestant on RuPaul's Drag Race.

I’m the 30- something bartender in gay bars that can’t hold a real job so I’m still sadly slinging drinks for alcoholics and druggies and working until 3 am. I’m asleep most of the day and have wasted my youth, but I post how fabulous my life is on social. I’ll die an early death at 52 from heart disease and stress.

I'm the cum dump bottom with my arse held high waiting for the next stranger to fuck me silly bareback at the local sauna.

I'm the dl'er that went with a frau, that went for just a laugh, keeping bitter to ourselves in the corner, getting wasted, ended up in bed together and will have child support payments in nine months.

I’m driven up the wall by people who, unlike me, are not loud and theatrical all the time. When they don’t meet up with my standards I get in their face and hiss: “you don’t talk a lot, do you?”

The One Where Dataloungers Face Inconvenient Truths

My divorce is final today and I'm going to the baths!

I’m the obsession with Sandra Bernhardt.

I’m the Disney obsessed couple who got married, shoved it down everyone’s throat, and now have the same last name. We have 4 Schnauzers and take them to lunch at restaurant patios to get attention. Neither one of us are college educated and our grammar proves it.

R97 very specific. Did they hurt you?

I'm not attracted to a man unless he's married because I hate women and get off on the idea of hurting them.

I'm the trashy marys that wear shorts for a sit-down television interview.

Garbage people who weeent raised properly. I hate them.

Oh Christ please don't wear shorts when you're being interviewed on tv!

I'm no socks.

Yeah, I know, it's supposed to be "preppie".

It's fucking tacky.

Knock it off.

I'm the messhy pusshy of Sesshie!

I’m an “ex-gay”.

I get “married” to my husband in a weekday ceremony on the beach, and change each of our names to matching hyphenated last names using both of our last names. We have 3 dogs and our lives revolve around them.