#106 - Goodbye, Camp, Gay Male

Today’s words: Exorcism, piercing, rainbow, Chanel

Word count: 108

Completion time: 19 minutes

Summary: Stupid stereotypes

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Hello, camp, gay man trope

Hello to your feminine style

Tight jeans, tight top

Fashion designer look

Chanel, Armani, Gucci

Hello, epitome of rainbows

Everything fabulous

Flamboyant

Hello, flick of the wrist

Hello, high pitched laugh

Hello, right ear right queer piercing



I want to perform an exorcism on you

I want everyone to see

That underneath that feminine fashion

It’s possible to be gay

Without being camp.



I want to force the two apart

Stop them from being synonymous

Because when you say someone’s ‘really gay’

You mean camp

And when you say someone’s camp

You think they’re gay



Stop.

This is not accurate gay representation

...Stop.

#66 - Not To Stereotype

Today’s word: Elephant, Toenail, Pigeon, Spaniard

Word count: 428

Completion time: 1 hour

Summary: Everyone just stop stereotyping

Note: This is not to have a go at girls who get sexualised, this is purely ironic

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It was a very typical club – typical booming bassy music, typical loud lairy drunks, typical high-pitched heel-wearing girls, typical raunchy rowdy guys.

But, not to stereotype.

Three girls, all probably underage and desperate for sex, were sitting at the edge of the club in a booth with red chairs. The booth stood directly opposite the dance floor, giving them the perfect view of people who were trying to impress others with their twerking, grinding, or what one might call a drunk pigeon dance (it doesn’t need explaining; just imagine a drunk pigeon trying to dance).

Gabby, the blonde with platform shoes strapped uncomfortably to her feet, shouted to the others: “Hey, if you had to pick, what kind of guy would you go out with?”

“Would Prince Charming be too obvious?” the brunette, Charlie, asked before examining her recent manicure.

“It’s obvious, right?” the third girl, Leslie, stated.

The others raised their eyebrows in expectation.

“...A black guy,” she filled in for them. “It’s obviously a black guy.”

“Why?” Gabby asked.

“They’re all hung like an elephant, duh.”

“Ohhhh,” Gabby and Charlie chimed in together.

“I dated a black guy once,” Gabby bragged, holding her head up and glancing sideways at both girls.

Leslie’s face lit up. “Really?”

Gabby nodded.

“What was it like?” Leslie put both elbows on the table and leaned forwards, scooching herself closer to the other two who sat opposite.

She tapped her nose with her forefinger. “A lady never tells,” she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. “You’ll have to find out for yourselves!”

“Tell you what, though,” Charlie began, staring into space and slowly smiling. “I wouldn’t mind a Spaniard.”

“What?” Gabby.

She looked at Gabby. “You know, Spanish men.”

“Oh...”

“Yeah, they’re just so sexy, you know? The accent, the skin tone, the passion in their eyes. ...Like Antonio Banderas.”

“Who?” Charlie.

“The guy who played Zorro.”

“In what?” Gabby.

“The Legend of Zorro...”

“Oh... Yeah, I guess Spanish men are pretty sexy. A lot of foreign people are, I suppose!” her face changed and she nudged Charlie in the arm. “Well, except...”

Two Asian men of indeterminable race danced up to the booth, both with a drink in their hand.

“One of them looks like a toenail,” Gabby whispered to the table.

They all laughed; it was very hilarious.

The man who reached them first put a hand on the back of the seat that Leslie sat at and leaned forward, smiling at them all. “Well hello, ladies.”

“Stop sexualising us!” Leslie exclaimed, trying to force herself to cry.