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The attack of the shopping homosexuals
July 22, 2007I know the title is a little crude, but after a weekend shopping experience in Dallas I figured I had to tell someone.
Saturday my future sister-in-law, my brother, my wife (I call them the gang) and I all went to the Northpark Mall in Dallas for a little fun. Northpark Mall might be the best mall I've ever been to by the way.
Anyways the gang and I had a little bit of money and figured why not blow it on fashion. Its fun and nobody has any chance of getting hurt.
The Northpark Mall has every store you can imagine. Lacoste, Nordstrom’s, Neiman Marcus...the list goes on and on.
I'll return in a heartbeat to shop there, I will however have to bring at least $300 to make it worth the trip. Stuff there isn't cheap. They have a Barney's for crying out loud.
Anyways, I've never seen as many gay men at one centralized location as I did at that mall. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, I was just a little thrown off.
I got no problem with people who differ in their sexual preference, but they sure like to shop differently. And it's completely different when they come out in droves.
It was only a little awkward to see a man help another man pick out a pair of $300 True Religion jeans. He was just standing there as only a dumb married guy could waiting for his wife to pop out of the dressing room and ask the inevitable "how's my butt look" question; only it was in the guys section and no wives of any engagement ring size were in the area.
I didn't hear the exact "butt" quote, but the guy did model for his partner, before the store clerk at Neiman Marcus, also gay, could ring him up.
Then I began to wonder....as I was shopping in what appeared to be guy-gay fashion, did I have a gay sense of fashion. It was only a thought. No, I don't buy the t-shirt off the Wal-Mart rack because I like to make little statements of fashion individuality.
Buying nice clothes makes me feel happy, and if I get that feeling and it makes me gay by buying fancy/cool clothes then call me gay.
See you at the mall soon sweeties....I just won’t need anyone other than my wife to tell what my butt looks like.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 4:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
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I wonder if somewhere in Dallas, a guy is blogging about the pasty skin redneck from Hooterville shopping at Barneys?
