Lately I've been feeling down about my rapid aging; so last night I decided to wear my Brokeback Cowboy shirt (which includes violet hues) to help lift my spirits as I strutted along Beverly Boulevard.
As I passed by a portly Persian man he was quick to call me a 'cootie,' I sped up my pace as to not infect him. He then commented loudly to his buddy, 'these f*gs walk fast.'
This display of sexual bullying made me feel like 13 year old middle school J.Ro. I wanted to feel young again, and brokeback did not let me down.