We’re one lesbian away from a bona fide Fleet Street “trend”. Further to yesterday’s post, a lesbian blogger who helped unmask the Syrian lesbian blogger as a middle-aged American male has herself been revealed to be a middle-aged American maleAnd so, to my confession. I'm not actually lesbian*. "Borepatch" is actually a middle aged man. I just can't keep up the pretense anymore.
Or a lesbian, it seems - so long as the story is "too good to check". And now back to reading through Sarah Palin's emails and trying to find out who's actually Trig's mom ...
* Not, of course, that there would be anything wrong with that.
5 comments:
Interesting isn't it??? :-)
There's that cartoon!
Are you trying to hint that Ms. Borepatch is really you?
;-)
Josh
I like Hyacinth Girl's comment. Serious Moobage would be a good name for a rock band.
thought I was a cowboy
An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, 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. 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 that I'm a lesbian....
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