Writing Under the Influence

Mustaches are divine, to say the least. Well, that's not entirely true. Let me back up and say that mustaches are magical. Yes, that's better. They're magical. They enchant those that see them; they disgust those that see them. There's always been, and there always will be, two camps: those that find mustaches appealing, and those that find them appalling. It doesn't make any sense. How can anyone be pushed away, instinctively, by a bit of hair on someone's upper lip? Questions and answers.

I worked with a gingerized twink who, upon sizing up my facial experiment, decided that I would be referred to as “Mustache” from that point forward. “Hey Mustache! When are you going to shave that thing off? He would ask me; insult me. The joke was on him, as he never knew how much more attention I was getting from my fellow fags. Mustaches, apparently, are definitely not straight-acting.

That Would Explain (Literally) Everything

I posed a question in The Stranger's (New) Questionland a few days ago.

"Is being smart a turn-off to the Seattle gay men in their 20s? Seriously, is it?"

I've received a few answers thus far (and you can see them here). But the best one came today:

"No, but your mustache might."

Bravo...bravo. And yes, I'm afraid that I am going to be shaving off the 'stache. It's just not me.