So in an effort to reach out to those who love me (or purport to love me), I texted Kelly Donahue today. He cheered with me at GU and is just a general love of my life...despite the fact that he calls me a dirty dike and my nickname for him is gayface. Cause sometimes I can kinda be a like a guy. and he's a male cheerleader. Nuff said. So here is the exchange of texts:
Me: "I miss you gayface."
Kelly D: "I'm still sorting through the myriad sexually-tense epochs of our relationship and realizing that our only common denominators are whiskey, cheerleading, and otherwise questionably androgynous personalities...so yeah, I pretty much miss you too."
My response was not so witty because I'm unable to think straight at the moment but nevertheless: "Maybe its my good looks and charming personality. Maybe its your massive hugs. But its love."
Shout-out to my Kelly D. The former cheerleader turned male-nurse. totally straight yet so maybe not so straight. Walker of the sexual line. Thrower of the girls. Catheter-implanting Kelly. Loves loves loves
UPDATE.....Kellbell's response:
Kelly D: "Hold the phone bitch! You get good looks AND charm...and I get HUGS?? with all due respect your honor, go fuck yourself."
Me: "Well I would give you the others if you deserved them! Fine Kel...I'll concede the personality and the good-enough-looks to hold sexual tension without action. Which I mean, the GU basketball team got so I'm not sure what that means these days."
Lovely.
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