I’ve been sitting on this draft for about 18 months. With the clock winding down on the applicability of the adjective “early” to my grumpy, old man shtick, I figure I better either throw this out there or abandon it forever.
I’m no quitter.
In addition to being a grumpy, old man, I’ve also been described as a Grammar Nazi.
With my ellipses abuse and run on sentences.
That’s just how stupid people can be. Essentially, I believe it’s all good natured fun because I have such a defined reaction to people using words like “aks” and “Warshington”. (Sorry, Mom). Instead of acknowledging that those aren’t words and – oh, I don’t know – attempting to use the correct pronunciation, I’m the Grammar Nazi.
Sidebar: I went to diction classes after school when I was young because of a speech impediment. My Rs came out as Ws.
Pretty awful when I pronounced my own name as Cwis or Cwistofuh.
But my parents cared enough to make sure I didn’t go through life sounding unnecessarily stupid. But yet I’m the Grammar Nazi.
Did I mention this class was run by nuns? In the 70s? There were motivational rulers involved.
So, yeah…my grumpiness came early.
But on those same lines, my subculture does some shit that really bugs me. It’s the polar opposite of what my parents tried to spare me, I think. My people are dumbing themselves down and calling it cool.
Not, it is.
I call this Gaybonics.
I’m not saying gays made each of these so-called words up. But once the gays got hold of them, it was off to the races and suddenly you can’t get away from them.
Don’t get me wrong, in my day – no, wait, I can do better. When I was young we gays weren’t exactly the paradigm of maturity. We called each other “Mary” and “Queen”. But we didn’t make up words to differentiate ourselves.
So let’s see what exercises in nails on a chalkboard that today’s gays are committing, shall we?
I don’t know. I really don’t. It’s like they have to re-reappreopriate this word from the earlier generation of gays. What next? Need to reboot Stonewall? I know, history is so dated.
The kid reminds me of my juvenile self.
I think that it’s funny, I use it in texts and comments as shorthand for my enthusiastic agreement for something.
I overhear gays talking and instead of “uh huh” and “mm hmmm” as the lazy active listening cues that accompany head gestures, I hear varying degrees of this fucking word.
So, my dinner date the other night was fine.
But then at the end, the check came and we both just sat there.
Oh, gurl, uh-uh.
And I’m just thinking, like he invited me.
But he’s not treating, and I’m all…WTF?
(It’s approaching orgasm intensity at this point)
So I reached for it and then he offers to split it! And I’m all thinking, I could have taken myself out to dinner with a good book and not have to listen to your boring ass for an hour!
Yaaaaaaaas, Qween. Tell it!
So, we split it.
Well, at least you didn’t have to put out.
I didn’t have to. But just cuz he’s stingy doesn’t mean I have to be.
Yaaaas, gurl. You do you.
It’s like we’ve all become caricatures of drag queens versus having our own personalities.
Over the top. Too much. Way to much.
Really? From gays.
How do we say this about one another (I don’t) when we collectively embrace a coded – yet juvenile – language of our own?
Irony, we are all extra. Why we must use it perjoratively against one another…well, it doesn’t boggle my mind, unfortunately. It’s the old “tear another down to build yourself up” mentality.
Of course, most of the crap we make up has to do with sex. We’re like OCD when it comes to labeling one another. If only that tendency to label enabled us being organized enough to have our own shit actually together.
Some of these I actually think are cute or quirky in a fun way, Others, not so much. The ones I really don’t enjoy tend to be the ones that infantillize – is that a word? – sex. My $.02, if you can’t say it like an adult, maybe don’t do it…you’ll only end up getting hurt or – more likely – hurting someone else.
(Mom, you might want to skip over this part…not sure of the depth of detail yet, fair warning)
I hear this word and cringe.
Gays didn’t create nor did they sexualize Daddy, and I’m not crazy about it. But Zaddy is gaybonic for someone with all the characteristics of a Daddy, minus the age.
Ok, first of all, having a Daddy boyfriend – regardless of the gay/straight filter – connotes you need to be taken care of, most likely financially. As a man of a certain age, I think that should be a temporary situation and that the younger person in this scenario should be working toward becoming a fully functional member of society who happens to have an older boyfriend.
Let’s call that Why I’m Single #44.
So this Zaddy person is likely a peer. Getting this straight, your shit isn’t together enough to the point you need the guidance of a sexual parent. It is not at all hard to believe you’ll give someone from your peer group responsibility for your well-being.
When I cringe at this word, I also mentally make a note to never accept this person’s judgment as reasonable.
Someone who usually needs a Daddy but settles for a Zaddy. Someone who will probably still be looking for a Daddy when he’s my age.
When I was young, we called bois “twinks”. The worst thing that could happen to a twink was to still be a twink at 29.
Nevertheless, we handled these situations with the correct verbal and public pergatory…by calling them twunks or twonks. These two words are basically an onomatopoeia for an expired twink.
While we are kinda on the topic of baby talking sex – ok, we were a paragraph or two ago, just go with it – there’s a lot of probably misogynistic in origin words for female body parts. Gays have collectively embraced terms like “man pussy” and “mangina” in reference to their ass.
No, Paris. It’s nawt.
Someone please explain to me how two gay men referring to a mangina is sexy sex talk? It’s kind of not sexy to bring up a bastardized version of the opposite sex’s sexual organ in any manner during a homosexual sexual encounter, isn’t it?
Am I somehow out of touch with hot bedroom talk?
I have a hard time envisioning lesbians talking about their “lady boners” in any sexualized manner.
These words make us frivolous…and there’s a time and a place for that talk. I just don’t like it to be the bedroom. Let’s play like adults, boys.
As much as I bemoan the existence and usage of these words…I don’t loathe them all. Some of them I even find cute.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I find cake cute…but when I hear it, I don’t die a little more inside. My self-analysis is that I give it a pass because it refers to something I envy: namely, a shapely butt.
Now, when I was young…we called this shapely bum a bubble butt. Descriptive, but not codifying the subject. Now, heaven forbid anyone talk about an erogenous part of the body like an adult, so we have cake.
It does make openly discussing analingus a little less daunting, but it’s my birthday weekend and I’m going to be old…so help me god, if I get confused about the concept of birthday cake and end up in bed with baked goods – well, I mean, that doesn’t actually sound too bad.
This is gay-speak for That Hottie Over There. Hearing two people use this word in a gay bar is disorienting. A couple of years ago, I heard it so many times over the course of one beer that I momentarily thought I’d wandered into a smart gay bar.
Now when I hear it, I kind of want to chat the subject up just to show these all talk kids how the art of conversation works.
And…we’re back to perjorative language.
Maybe I could just not be so grumpy.
Maybe others could just not be such judgy bitches.
It’s truly a toss up.
Not sure it’s easier for me to be less grumpy or to change all of gay culture.
So, this translates to desperate in normal American vernacular. I’m not saying it’s not a part of reality, some people are desperate.
At least they know what they want.
My favorite occurrence of this is when I see someone use it in the same conversation that they personally reference a THOT.
Some of the words gays make up and use at one another are mean. Just mean. Thicc is a standout compliment is the made up gay vernacular.
When someone has a solid core, six pack abs, defined obliques – crassly referred to as cum gutters – and the like versus a wasp-like 28″ twink waist, they are thicc. Ditto tree trunk like thighs. Thicc.
Nice to know we can be nice to each other on occasion.
But, in true bitchy qween style, we’ve misspelled it to drive home the point that anyone that spends that much time on their physique has a box of rocks between their ears. It’s my supposition, at any rate. I was, after all, just a bitchy qwueen.
In less than a day, though, I’ll be a legit grumpy old man. Since the 80s and 90s wiped out the better part of a couple generations of potentially old gays – and since gays over 40 are pretty much invisible anyway – we haven’t gotten around to creating a gaybonics word to describe what I’ll be tomorrow.
Wait until the world gets a dose of me.