So Raymi the celebrity asked me to write a letter, and a LOVE letter at that as to why gays love and should love Raymi so she can publish it on her blog…I only HOPE this gives me a permanant link in Raymi bloggerdome, because when Raymi chooses to graffiti you, you know you’ve struck a chord. I can only speak for myself as to why this buttpirate loves Raymi. I came across Raymi’s page once a couple of years back when I first got to San Francisco. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her page, because of her very acidic, random, and extremely offensive (well, at different times to different people) sense of humour.
She’s outspoken, witty, and even more respetfully UNAPOLOGETIC for who she is and what she is feeling. Why not? It’s her fucking online diary, and YOU chose and choose to read it, along with the endless case of diarhhea that she chooses to shit into cyberspace, I guess shit never looked so good in cyberspace and if you look at a picture I raped from her site, it is quite obvious that Raymi may very well take a shit anyplace she damn well pleases…why not? Divine ATE another animal’s turd for art and comedy and outrage in John Water’s Pink Flamingos, and is a gay Icon, so Raymi chooses to talk shit whether important or not is just as arttistically brilliant because in everyone’s right, they are their own piece of work…Oscar Wilde, Madonna, Liz, Raymi, Hun, Me…the list can go on and on about freaks…and whether most uppity fags want to admit it or not, you worship us because we say everything that you wish you could say in your tight little Ambercrombie trousers, but are afraid to because you would rather sell out to a media and become a cookie cutter image of a social reality.
You secretly masturbate to a memory of seeing a freak in the grocery store while telling another “freak” with piercings that you like “alternative boys” and that you have a “wild side” (oh and by the way, straight male or gay…Just because you down 4 beers and 2 shots of tequila and did something that only you PERCIEVED everyone else as thinking was funny and then you go to work on Monday and tell everyone that you we’re “so out of control, DUDE” doesn’t make you interesting, doesn’t make you funny…it just basically is an unspoken commentary that the people who saw you basically and UNANIMOUSLY voted you, THE VILLAGE IDIOT!).
You would rather be anonymous and bash freaky people for being themselves. Kurt Cobain used to purposefully kiss his bandmembers on stage to piss guys like you off at his shows (yeah YOU, you drunken closeted frat boy) because pretty much he didn’t feel like being polite to you and you were the types of people he loathed period and YOU STILL CAME TO HIS SHOWS! Gay or not, you secretly want someone like Raymi or myself to give you a blowjob, and maybe we would…or just fuck you over in some socially unacceptable way that would not get people to roll their eyes, but roll with laughter because we could outsmart you…and then we’d come back on our blogs and cackle as we wrote about it, and then pretty much by that point it is in print…and is GOSPEL.
I love Raymi because I see many interesting similarities between our thoughts, though I have never met her in person, but it would most likely be just another mate joining the bandwagon in my life of crazy people. I adore her because she’s basically like a gay man in many respects: she causes outrage by stating opinions and she makes people laugh…just like a good freak was born to do. Gays should love Raymi because I have a feeling, she loves us back…
xoxo Kissyfur