Gay Stereotypes

I’ve probably already mentioned that my job is loaded with gay men. They’re all over the place, sashaying and being bitchy. They’re a bit like cockroaches. Haha…settle down boys, I’m only kidding. There are a lot of them though, but I love them all to death.

I was recently reminded of a story involving Joe (one of the fags) and I. It was shortly after I started at this wonderful television network I call home. It was a chilly fall Sunday afternoon. The perfect day for watching football and drinking beers. Unfortunately, I was working, so I had to abstain from the beers.

There’s never a whole lot going on in my office on the weekend, so the only people working were Joe and I. When I got there, we chatted for a bit and then we quickly settled into watching TV. I parked myself at one of the desks facing the door. Joe moved around the corner from me, behind the filing cabinets. I, of course, chose to watch a football game. I can’t remember which one, but I had a bet on it. Joe found The Wizard of Oz on, what I’m assuming, was the Oxygen network or something like that.

Things were all nice and quiet…until Dorothy breaks out into “Somewhere over the Rainbow.” Right as she starts singing, one of the overpaid morons in the football game fumbled, or maybe got intercepted…I don’t even know what it was, but I knew it was going to cost me money. I started pounding on the desk, shouting obscenities just as Joe floats on over doing his best Judy Garland impersonation.

The game settled down and “Judy’s” movie went to a commercial break. And he just stood there with his hand on his hip as we stared each other down, obviously disappointed in the others blatant outburst of masculinity/femininity. And then he says, “Aren’t we the picture of gay stereotypes right now.” Why yes, we were.