Mannerisms and Aphorisms.

Homosexual males acting in a very certain type of way make me laugh every single time. A high pitched whiny voice, gesticulating wildly with the hands, getting worked up into a frenzy over a broadway musical or fabric or something. Hilariously absurd in a large variety of ways. But mostly because of the very shallowness they purvey with their nonsensical bullshit. Inane drivel without any value is still drivel even if you put a fabulous dress on it. These are the things that make my brain hurt as it desperately tries to escape from my skull. Who gives two shits about show tunes and fashion trends? Seriously? And why do they all of a sudden have to don this persona just because they happen to occupy a narrow sub-culture? Are their identities totally dictated by their sexual preference? Why do they have to act in such a "faggy" way just because they like having sex with other men? Don't get me wrong: Most homosexual men are not at all like this. But these mincing, frilly, walking jokes exist by the thousands. The reason for this is very likely due to the fact that a majority of men in general are complete idiots without any real personality to speak of. No amount of sex is going to make club music in any way bearable for me. Unless I'm getting blown during I'm not interested. Camp as an end in itself is an end most gay men should stay out of.

5 grams of glee.

Did you know that in Sweden you're not allowed to carry around more than 5 grams of glee at any one time? Anything more than that would be illegal. Above that amount and you're considered a dealer of delight, a pusher of joy. No, 5 grams is the sanctioned amount. It's not even enough to make you properly merry. But it is however enough to make you fine, without being too dandy. Scientific studies have shown that any more than 15 grams of glee can cause you to become more than happy, a dangerous mental condition. Afflicted with which you'll be put in a special institution. Locked away, prohibited from gladdening anyone's day. Society can only handle a specific amount of bliss each month. More than a specified amount and it would just become obscene. Felicity frenzy would break out! Gangs of gaiety would be rampaging up the streets spreading joviality all around. Pandemonium of positivity! I think I just gleed a little. Better clean up. Hand me my mirth-towel.

Obscurity.

Obscurity never had an easy childhood. When she was growing up she was beaten by her adjective father for long periods of time, horribly. When he finally left she was the only noun in a house full of verbs. The verbs weren't much nicer to her and essentially shunned her. When they went out and did lovely things, because they are doing words, little Obscurity was forced to stay inside because of a terrible case of asthma. School was no refuge. Every day after class a group of quotation marks would gang up and pick on her. One day when Obscurity had grown up and finally put this whole ordeal behind her she entered into a reality television show and became very famous and much in demand. Especially to describe others who had competed in reality television over the years. Now Obscurity lives with her husband Proper Name and their beautiful baby boy, Tmesis, in a wonderful Idiom by Figure of Beach. Jokes for nerds! Happy Valentine's Day.