I posted this up on facebook already but if you didn't see it yet its new to you right?
I come to you today with a confession of sorts, something I need to get off my chest. I have come to terms with this issue myself but have yet to share it with all the world. I need to tell you, I think my ears are gay. Not me as a whole, I love the broads but my ears may be as gay as a male cheerleader.
You see, over the past couple of years I have really seen some lax ruling on who makes it onto my Ipod's guestlist. It is now one of those Ipod's you will put on at a party but will not leave unattended because of the fear of something totally embarrassing coming on. Once every one is drunk it usually all goes to hell anyway and I'm the guy who got the party started but in the light of the day I am once again back in hiding. Hide no more I say.
I realized after reading Scotford Van CooCooCaaCaaa's note about Owen W being a huge Avril Lavigne fan, that I am actually the huge pussy. Owen parades around in his Avril t-shirts, with his car stocked with Avril cd's, basically living the dream, while I don't even own one Britney Spears t-shirt. One thing where we differ though is that I can't say I am a big Avril fan but I can vouch for Britney, Lady Gaga and Katy Perry.
One place where I would like to think we are the same though is that throughout this infatuation with seemingly gay music, I have not totally sold myself out. I still keep enough Wu-Tang, bootcamp clik and Slayer on there to more than balance it out. But this also brings upon another fear of mine. Picture this. I am walking down the street in sayyyyy.... New York, just banging the new Brit joint when BANG! I run into Ghost Deini himself, Tony Starks, the Ghostface Killah! He strikes up a conversation with me (obviously) about what I've been listening to. I'm all "Ugh, ahh, umm, ergh......" BANG again! I'm busted. Ghostface just caught me listening to Britney fucking Spears. All I can do is stutter and fluster some sentences together about how she means nothing to me and I have Ironman and Bulletproof wallets coming up next, but its too late, Ghost is off in his wally's, laughing a lil, but mostly just dissapointed in me.
There it is folks. I feel naked and dirty but its out there. If you remove me from your contacts I guess I will understand but just know that I am not the only one out there. Many of us will come forward in the coming years, I feel it. You will be shocked at who will step out of the musical closet, but just remember Nacho was the first, He stood up with pride and shouted it with glee! I'm Gay! (musically) That's my word.