Pinky and Lola: The Hope of Christmas

As I was making Christmas cards yesterday, I began to think why didn’t I just fuckin’ buy a box of cards about those who visit my site.

Most of you are at least liberal leaning, but some are more to the right.

Some of you are religious, while others would like to stick Baby Jeebus in the eye with a hot poker.

Since this is the Christmas season, I wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of you, but also give a special shout out to those readers who happen to be gay or bisexual.

I have been blessed to have a diverse readership that includes gay men, hot lesbians, and those real freaks of society, Canadians.

I myself, have never hid the fact that I would like to have a sex change and become a lesbian porn star, but alas, that is a pipedream.

I do however, continue my research on the subject by watching hot chick on chick action on a daily basis via pay-per-view cable and the internets.

Anyhoo…This isn’t about me. It’s about a sassy part of our Bagwine Ruminations family.

For instance…

Real Live Lesbian stops by here and comments on occasion.

She’s smart, sexy, funny, and if you check out her blog you will find that she writes really well too.

Every time that she leaves a comment on my site, it adds a much needed and appreciated touch of class to the drivel that I post.

I dig her, as do many others in Bloglandia. Here’s to ya RLL, and Merry Christmas.

And then, there’s Vinny. His blog is, Bond’s Big Leather Couch. I know, some of you saying, “But Matt-Man…Bond isn’t gay. Not that there‘s anything wrong with that.”

Ha. C’mon folks…Helllloooo. He’s had an obvious crush on me for nearly two years. It’s embarrassing.

No, not the fact that a guy finds me hot, that’s flattering, but Vinny does it in such gratuitous fashion.

His pursuit of me, however, is more than deep-seated lust; it is a cry for help. I think he’s looking for the key that will unlock his closet door and set him free.

But, fear holds him back from leaving his closet, sashaying over to his couch, and plopping down next to me.

He is living a lie, and it pains me. He has a son. He has a girlfriend named Nancy. He claims to like football. Stop it Vin.

Quit hiding behind Darlin’ Nancy’s skirt and start wearing one. I bet you have the legs for it my good…um…man.

Vinny, in addition to celebrating the birth of Jeebus in a couple of weeks, allow us to celebrate the death of Vincent, and the birth of Edna St. Vincent Bond.

I hope you make this Christmas wish come true for me, and more importantly for yourself and those who truly love you.

Now, I am off to make more frickin’ cards, but before I go, in all seriousness, remember this…

Christmas is more than presents and the celebration of a religious figure.

It is all about peace, love, and understanding.

And more importantly...

It is about the hope that someday, no matter who or what we are, we shall share and experience all three of those things with others and within ourselves.

Cheers!!