David, at 19:48 on Wed, Oct 05 1994, you wrote to Bill Grimsley ...

DD> I once lived in a block of units where the downstairs tenants 
DD> were poofters.

BG> Ah, so you'll have noticed that they're essentially the same as 
BG> straight people, albeit with peculiar sexual tastes.

DD> No, they acted different. 

An interesting choice of terminology is ACTED.

DD> I don't think they dressed in drag or such but there certainly was 
DD> the "queen" act all of the time - waving limp wristed hands in an 
DD> exagerated manner and calling each other "bitches" and so on. 

To me, these limp-wristed, mincing characteristics are akin to flaunting
their sexuality, and makes them no better than hetero perverts (one of
which I continually aspire to be).  Julian Clary might be funny, but my
amusement doesn't extend to tolerating workmates, colleagues, or neighbours
who carry on in this fashion.

DD> I never got around to fucking any of them though :-)

BG> I'm far too polite to ask the next obvious question then.  And waddya 
BG> mean you "never got around to it" ??  To me, this intimates that 
BG> given the time, you would have.  |-)

DD> I had the time alright, none of them appealed to me though :-)

Ah, so now the truth comes out!  What would you have done if you found one
of the effeminate types attractive then?  Would you have bashed him, or
killed yourself instead?  |-)

BG>> Dunno, there are only so many ways of punching donuts, and 
BG>> none of them appeal to me in an artistic sense at all.

DD>> Paint a target on it first, perhaps?

BG> Good idea!  At least you wouldn't have to worry about the bull's 
BG> eye.

DD> Are bulls' eyes brown?

No, but their arse-holes are.  Anyway, it wouldn't make any difference to a
colour-blind poofter, would it?  He'd simply find the target with his sense
of smell instead.  |-)

Regards, Bill

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