Speaking of Trevor’s scintillating shout-out to little old me (I also know Jesse Camp!), I figured I might sober up the mood around here and throw my two cents into the “no way to say gay” debate.

Let me begin by saying I’m pretty open-minded. I voted no against Prop 8. I’ve never eaten fried pork rinds.  I love the Golden Girls and musical numbers. I think Rick Warren should be assraped. Girls have gone down on me (no offense but I haven’t returned the favor because vaginas look like aliens). 

However, I still call things gay. I don’t use it derogatively. Some things in life are gay and it’s ok to call them out. Such as, sports. Sports are gay. Dudes who play sports are gay. Dudes who watch sports are gay. Fraternities are gay.  Remixes are gay. V-necks are gay. Mickey Mouse license plates are gay.  Rainbows are gay. American Apparel ads are gay. High fives are gay.

I’m not saying any of these things sucky or lame. I’m saying they are literally, in the literal sense of the word, gay.

All my friends are gay.  Some of you dudes may go, no I’m not gay, Camille. Actually, yes you are. Because if you are my friend then you are probably gay, either a little bit or a lot.  Sorry if those shards of truth are hard to swallow. I’ve heard swallowing is a proof of love.

So let’s just agree gay is not a bad word.

Gay gay gay gay gay gay gay. Gay!

PS: Luv U Trev. Late-night pancakes 4-ev-R.