A state of gay
I was reading the Advocate.com and saw an article where some Russian guy is suggesting the USA will collapse and break into six territories because of the number of gay people in the States.
It’s a compliment to think we happy folk could be mighty enough to help splinter a massive country into six.
Imagine that here in Australia.
You’d have -藴Queens’land, full of wrinkly, brown leather-skinned old queens.脗聽 Then you’d have Tasmania, crawling in lesbians (come on, humour me).脗聽 Anything west of Broken Hill to be known as Outbear Australia, Victoria as Twinktoria and finally the capital state of New Star Wannabe where Clover Moore is Australia’s new president (it sounds better than Prime Minister).
Each day, the dull beige brigade mindlessly walking down Martin Place to work would be stopped and counselled by fashion police, finally putting an end to those nasty girls wearing Haviannas with their polyester suits.
Food halls are closed down, opening up a suite of beautiful, dimly lit comfortable lunchtaurants, waited on by topless men with rippling bodies.
Homeless people have their toenails painted and given a bath by community service workers (those girls wearing thongs with their suits) and pavements scrapped and cleaned by their male cousins who have hot bodies but leave the top buttons done up on shirts -鈥� in a g-string.
In this state of gay, we would have welcome kissing in the office, Parliament would open with kissing and High Court judges would rule with a gavel and feather (pink) and kiss the winning counsel.
Melbourne’s JOY FM is the national media broadcaster,脗聽 Sydney harbour water is turned pink and a statue of Polly is erected at the top of Oxford Street in Taylor Square where miracles occur if you rub her stilettoed, marble heels.
St Mary’s Cathedral is used every Sunday for gay marriages ministered by dynamic duo Shauna Jensen and the gorgeous Bob Downe with the fabulously talented Miss Rubella as the flower girl and MC.
One final thing happens, men from all persuasions love AND respect each other and they feel like they can give each other a hug just because they can.
I guess anything is possible really.
lol………. and then there is straight toots that thinks
this is so funny ……….. love it …….keep the coming my gay friend………
and then he woke with a start … Fred Nile and Gordon Moyes were there along with David Clarke … visions of dancing priests led by George Pell and his minions are singing the theme song from Broke-back Mountain.