Ahhhh… The internet… Where men are men, women are men and little girls are FBI agents….
Is Every Lesbian Blogger a Middle-Aged Man?
Title shamelessly stolen from commenter Jim.
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June 14th, 2011 at 11:36 am
Ask Scott Ritter. Some middle aged men don’t blog, they use chat rooms, where they act as little girls to catch pervs.
June 14th, 2011 at 11:52 am
So does this mean Hillary Clinton’s Staffers need to Drop their Pants on YouTube?
June 14th, 2011 at 11:56 am
Well, apparently I’m a man, too, since all the antigunners tell me I own a gun to make up for my small penis.
June 14th, 2011 at 11:58 am
As long as I know for sure that Harto’s really a girl, I couldn’t care less.
June 14th, 2011 at 12:52 pm
“Is Every Lesbian Blogger a Middle-Aged Man?”
Eventually.
June 14th, 2011 at 1:00 pm
I am not now, nor have I ever been, a lesbian blogger.
June 14th, 2011 at 3:48 pm
Wait a minute. The left has been telling us for decades that gender is only a construct and that anyone can identify with being either gender or both or neither. Now they’re telling us that middle-aged men can not be lesbians? I am so confused (but, strangely, not about my gender).
June 14th, 2011 at 4:55 pm
I’m reminded of a favorite joke:
An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”
He replied, “Well, I’ve spent my whole life, breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.”
She said, “I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. About how they look, how they smell, how they taste, how they feel. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.”
The two sat sipping in silence.
A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”
He replied, “I always thought I was, but I just found out I’m a lesbian.”
June 14th, 2011 at 6:12 pm
Heh. I think I am too.
June 14th, 2011 at 8:54 pm
As I confessed to my wife, I’m a lesbian trapped in a heterosexual man’s body! The confusion is…….titillating;-)
W
June 15th, 2011 at 10:38 am
i haven’t quite hit 40 yet. does that mean i have to wait a few more years before i can be a lesbian blogger?