I'm an anglo homo.

On Saturday morning, DYA went downtown to volunteer for the Louder Than a Bomb bouts. We ended up judging the second bout, which was amazing and intense, but the first bout was canceled because a team didn't show, so they just had a few people get up and read, and this one young poet, with purple hair who was mostly spitting about how she loves God, but the poem wasn't trite and there was a line, I probably don't remember it exactly, but it was essentially: we all experience loss, so you might as well make it a sacrifice. I've been thinking about this idea a lot since Saturday.

But that's not what this entry is about. This is about ( faggotry! click here. )

Whoa, that was long. Thanks for tuning in. After I do laundry, I will reward you all later in the week with a picture of the super-gay t-shirt.