So I am finally back in the swing of things. I took a little break… and no it wasn’t because I went to rehab. They don’t have an open bar. On my short hiatus something grabbed my attention… no it wasn’t a fun new party or an interesting nightlife persona. Both of those have been about as stagnant and dead as Casey Johnson, but I guess that’s what you get when you marry an underage Asian male hooker as a publicity stunt. God hates pedophiles, and apparently fame crazed drug addicted hookers. WHO KNEW? I digress.
NO this was more of an issue with gay lingo. Now I myself am a homosexual male (if you haven’t noticed put down the crayons and go find daddy’s gun) so I reserve the right to be as offensive as I please.
The word in question is work. Or perhaps you have seen it spelled “werk”… or even on rare occasion “werq”… or if your parents used lead paint to paint your crib perhaps even “werque”. Now you must be asking yourself, “What special meaning does each one of these different spellings of the same word hold?”. Simple answer? None. They all refer to the wonders of being an overly dramatic “queen” who ironically enough probably doesn’t have a job. That is of course unless you count trading handies for a big mac and a cigarette, or folding sweaters at the Gap to save up for those Gaga tickets you have been begging your sugar daddy for.
SO let’s do the biggest thing for the gay community since Tyra Banks announced her retirement and leave “werk” for the people who actually do it. If you have any question or concerns please feel free to bring them with you to Disco Vibes tonight. I won’t be there, but I am sure there will be l plenty of other people who don’t give a shit.
xoxo
DK
